<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921</id><updated>2011-11-23T21:56:19.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live Life to the Fullest</title><subtitle type='html'>life is not measured by how long you live... but by how you live it...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link 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ng panahon. kaso..............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nandun sila derick&lt;br /&gt;pupunta ang marilag crew including jundi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;napapaisip tuloy ako. wala naman ako magagawa. ayoko masira araw ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ewan ko, tuwing nakakabalita ako na may chinichix si derick na babaeng my boyfriend parang naaasar ako na ewan. lalo na ngayon na nakakabastos ang ginawa niya sakin. may mga senaryo na makakausap o makakasama ko tong taong to. ang tanging hiling ko lang respetuhin naman ako at ang girlfriend ko. bilang lalake, parang nakakawala ng pride. parang nahahayaan ko ganun ganunin lang ng mga tao ang girlfriend ko. lumalabas na parang wala akong kakayahan na patigilin mga tao sa ganun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay jundi naman. pinapaalala ng pagkatao nya ang pagiging mahina ko. pagiging wala kong kwentang lalake. pag nakikita ko sya hindi ko talaga makalimutan yung mga nangyari dati. mga senaryong naka sikreto. mga maling kwento at maling pag rarason. pinapaalala nito ang naudlot na magandang pagsasamahan nilang dalawa. hindi ko alam paano aalisin. parang ipinararamdam niya na kung hindi dahil sa kanya hindi magiging kami, na sya ang nagparaya para maging maayos kami ng girlfriend ko. ipinapaalala nya sakin lagi na kayang kaya ako ng mga tao sa likod ko. at nangangambang gagawin nya ulit iyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa tuwing aalis at nandyan sila, nagmumukha ang over protective. pero hindi rin naman kayang makitang lalapitan nila ang girlfriend ko pag wala ako sa paligid. siguradong gagalaw ang mga yan pag wala ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pasensya na kung naiisip ko to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yun lang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-5239450504798645589?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IMna4oti0/Tglqtd51AeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8Xs64z1A2k/s220/230225_1812057380409_1209256492_31881522_2795944_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921.post-1413252211713245705</id><published>2011-09-30T12:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T12:53:25.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>un lang</title><content type='html'>HINDI AKO DESERVING UN LANG.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-1413252211713245705?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/feeds/1413252211713245705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14537921&amp;postID=1413252211713245705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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ako na nag eenjoy sa nonsense na usapan. kami na ng tropa ko. wala din akong kwentang boyfriend. ok naman ako hindi lang matalino. puro feelings. walang isip. sige itatry ko dati kong sarili. ung puro isip. baka ma enjoy ko uli ung tinaboy kong sarili ko eh. baka sakaling mas magustuhan ako sa pagiging careful ko sa lahat ng bagay na hindi ko nakikita ang bigger picture. totoo naman eh. madrama ako. emo. lahat na? mabait lang naman ako. un lang. sunod nun wala na. di bale madami dyan matalino. tingin ko ndi ako deserving sa mundo mo. hindi ko na kaya kasi yung dati kong sarili na katulad ng iba. pero baka sakali magbago pa pag binalik ko un. un nga lang opposite ng makikita niyo sakin ngayon. kilala ko naman sarili ko eh. ung positive ko negative. ung negative ko un ung positive. wala nang lalala pa siguro sakin. sabagay totoo. non sense akong tao. nasasa inyo na lang kung anu mas prefer nyo. lalo na sa mga nakakakilala sakin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IMna4oti0/Tglqtd51AeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8Xs64z1A2k/s220/230225_1812057380409_1209256492_31881522_2795944_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921.post-7464515567608318696</id><published>2011-09-29T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T19:45:59.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goldfinger - I Need To Know (with lyrics)</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/UhSUCWm9F9k?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" width="459"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I run away cause I'm&lt;br /&gt;scared that you might leave&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing wrong&lt;br /&gt;but that's not what I believe&lt;br /&gt;just tell me it's alright&lt;br /&gt;and tell me I'm okay&lt;br /&gt;and tell me that you're&lt;br /&gt;staying here tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel stupid saying&lt;br /&gt;words you've heard before&lt;br /&gt;the way I feel today&lt;br /&gt;is all I know for sure&lt;br /&gt;and if I scare you&lt;br /&gt;I'm only scaring me&lt;br /&gt;I've got so much to say&lt;br /&gt;why won't you speak with me&lt;br /&gt;I need to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what you're feeling&lt;br /&gt;do you feel like I do&lt;br /&gt;let's talk about everything&lt;br /&gt;I want to share my life with you&lt;br /&gt;and tell me that you feel&lt;br /&gt;the way I feel with you&lt;br /&gt;and tell me that&lt;br /&gt;you love me like I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're in my life&lt;br /&gt;well I want to be sure&lt;br /&gt;I'm not wasting time&lt;br /&gt;I've been through this before&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-7464515567608318696?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/feeds/7464515567608318696/comments/default' title='Post 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url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/UhSUCWm9F9k/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921.post-8466318066924265695</id><published>2011-09-01T00:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T00:26:56.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>anung drama?</title><content type='html'>napaka unforgivable nang ginawa ko.&lt;br /&gt;hanggang ngayon mapanlait pa rin ako.&lt;br /&gt;wag nyo ko gayahin.&lt;br /&gt;wag nyo ko tularan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;masama akong tao.&lt;br /&gt;wala akong sinasabing masama.&lt;br /&gt;hindi rin ako nakaka gets ng mga bagay bagay.&lt;br /&gt;tipong "wag kang lalapit sakin kasi lalaitin kita".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wala ng magandang lalabas sa bibig ko kahit anu pa sabihin ko.&lt;br /&gt;kahit maganda sabihin ko wag ng paniwalaan.&lt;br /&gt;wala ng maririnig sa bibig ko kundi lait.&lt;br /&gt;kaya wag na kayong dumikit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drama? walang drama dito,&lt;br /&gt;eto yung totoo.&lt;br /&gt;kanino ba ko maniniwala?&lt;br /&gt;syempre sa mga taong nagsasabi nun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa sarili ko lang sinasabi mga kagandahan ng lahat.&lt;br /&gt;kaya siguro hindi ako nag excel sa pagiging artist.&lt;br /&gt;dahil pangit lahat sa paningin ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walang drama dito.&lt;br /&gt;totoo to.&lt;br /&gt;wag ka nang magsalita pa pugko.&lt;br /&gt;lahat ng sabihin mo eh hindi totoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alam mo na ngang hindi dapat ganun.&lt;br /&gt;pero anung ginagawa mo ganun pa din.&lt;br /&gt;wag ka na rin maniwala sa sarili mo pugko.&lt;br /&gt;niloloko ka lang ng sarili mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anung drama dito? wag ka magdrama.&lt;br /&gt;lolokohin mo lang sarili mo.&lt;br /&gt;at sa pagloko mo sa sarili mo pati lahat niloloko mo na.&lt;br /&gt;hindi ka rin gusto ng mga tao sa paligid mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;akala mo lang gusto ka nila.&lt;br /&gt;pero sa loob loob nila gago ka sa paningin nila.&lt;br /&gt;ayun lang?&lt;br /&gt;wala din makaka intindi nito kundi ang gago mong pagkatao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-8466318066924265695?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/feeds/8466318066924265695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14537921&amp;postID=8466318066924265695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/8466318066924265695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/8466318066924265695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/2011/09/anung-drama.html' title='anung drama?'/><author><name>pugkorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593596596369856443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IMna4oti0/Tglqtd51AeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8Xs64z1A2k/s220/230225_1812057380409_1209256492_31881522_2795944_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921.post-5059892523763931493</id><published>2011-08-16T15:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T15:46:43.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nostalgic</title><content type='html'>ang nakaraan (nostalgia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi ko alam na mas gago pa ako sa gago.&lt;br /&gt;mas impokrito pa ko sa impokrito.&lt;br /&gt;mas kupal pa ako sa kupal.&lt;br /&gt;mas tarantado pa sa tarantado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi mo deserve mga narinig mo sakin noon.&lt;br /&gt;nakakahiya.&lt;br /&gt;hindi talaga dapat.&lt;br /&gt;nagkaroon ako ng sarili kong mundo ng hindi ko alam.&lt;br /&gt;kinain ko lahat ng sinabi ko.&lt;br /&gt;hindi dapat ganun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAHIHIYA AKO HINDI LANG SAYO. PATI SA LAHAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ako mismo lumikha ng multo ko.&lt;br /&gt;ako mismo lumikha ng ikalalayo mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero mas lalo kong napatunayan na mahal kita dahil sa mga bagay na pinalinaw mo sakin.&lt;br /&gt;pasensya na sa ka weirduhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;madami pala ako pagkukulang noon ng hindi ko namamalayan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-5059892523763931493?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/feeds/5059892523763931493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14537921&amp;postID=5059892523763931493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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inyo, parang maaga pa, konti pa, ilang buwan pa lang. pero para sakin, parang antagal na. nakakatuwa na ganito nararamdaman ko. madami na nang yari sa loob ng limang buwan na naging kasintahan kita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ANU BA ANG NANGYARE BAKIT NGA BA KAMI NAGKATULUYAN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;gusto ko lang sariwain ung mga panahong nakilala kita hanggang sa oras na tinanggap mo ang alok kong maging kasintahan, girlfriend, partner kita. mga dati kong gawain, bisyo, at kung anu anu pa bago pa kita makilala. alam kong masamang mag kumpara, pero sasariwain ko din bakit iba ka sa kanila.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HETO ANG STORYA KO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;parang kailan lang, mga panahong nasa expo ako kasama ang iba't ibang grupo. andami nangyaring wala. hindi ko maipagkakaila na inisip ko noon na ganun na lang ang mangyayare sakin, trabaho, skateboard, inom dito inom doon, tulog dito tulog doon, road trip dito road trip doon, suka dito suka doon, chiks dito chikas doon. ang saya. andaming bagay na masarap isa ala ala kahit walang kwenta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 8, isang ordinaryong gabi na walang sensyales na magpapabago ng lahat. isang gabing na parang normal at panandalian, ngunit ito pa la ang magpapakita sayo ng aking kinabukasan. ayon, nagpunta ako sa cubao expo, na kung saan ako nag iinom, nakikipag usap, tumatambay, at kung anu pa. oo hindi ko ikakaila na nagulat ako sa mga nangyari, hindi inaasahan na makakakita ako ng ka-batch ko ng HIGH SCHOOL. oo nagpakilala naman kami sa isa,t isa. hindi ko masyado binigyang pansin ang gabing iyon dahil iniisip ko, isa lang to sa mga nakilala ko na mawawala din agad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diane Isabel Selvido. yan ang aking GIRLFRIEND ngayon. sya ang isa sa mga HIGH SCHOOL batch na nakilala ko nung gabing yon. oo parang wala lang nung mga panahong yon. lumipas ang mga oras, araw, buwan. hindi ko naman inaasahan na makakasama ko uli sya at makaka kwentuhan. lalo na ng ikwento nya ang kapirasong storya tungkol sa personal nyang buhay. sa kwentuhan na yon ay natuwa na ko sa kanya, hindi lang sa storya nya, sa iniisip nya, kundi kung anu ang napag daanan nya. ayokong magyabang o makisabay, pero nagdaan din ako sa ganun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi ko maikakaila, at impokrito na ko pero nagiba ang tingin ko sa kanya kumpara nung HIGH SCHOOL kami. gumanda sya, dalaga, matalino, marunong gumamit ng utak. pero nung panahon na iyon, may kulang sa kanya. parang hindi nya alam kung anu talaga ang gusto nya sa buhay. hindi sya mayabang, ni hindi nya pinagmalaki ang eskwelahan nya at ang kursong pinapasukan nya. oo, nagagandahan ako sa kanya, sabihin na natin crush ko sya sa physical appearance. pero hindi ko pa naman sya nakikilala ng lubusan noon eh. at naisip ko rin na makikilala ko rin naman kung sino sya sa takdang panahon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero mabilis ang mga pangyayari, sa bilis ng yon ndi ko napansin na andaming beses na naming umalis, ng kasama ang barkada at ng dalawa lang kami. inom, yosi, tawanan, asaran, kwentuhan.&lt;br /&gt;hindi ko rin inaasahan na makakasama ko sya sa isang mundong hindi ko inisip na matutuwa sya. mundong napaliligiran ng artists, dagat, skater, surfer, skimmer, music, alak, good times at ang cubao expo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZAMBAPALOOZA, nung nakaraan December 17, 2010. isang event para sa mga skater, surfer, skimmer. hindi ko din inasahan na makakasama ko sya mag isa, sa dami dami ng niyaya namin. ok, masaya, kasi isang hindi inaasahang kaibigan ang makakasama ko. naging interesado ako sa kung anu mapag uusapan namin, anu mapagkekwentuhan, magugustuhan ba nya ang eksena ko o hindi, kung magugustuhan ba nya ang mga tao doon, ang dagat, ang araw, ang hangin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oo, aminin ko, masayang kasama si diane, wala akong masabi. oo, medyo masungit ang dating ko, hindi kita masyado inasikaso. pero gusto ko kasi na maging komportable ka, na hindi ka gagagalaw ng wala ako. kwentuhan, kwentuhan, kwentuhan. dun ko naisip na parang ang laki ng bagay na nawala sayo ng dahil sa mga pinagdaanan mo. naisipi ko, "worth it tong babaeng to, bakit ganito ang pinagdadaanan nito? kung maipapakita ko lang sana sa kanya, lahat ng bagay na napag daanan ko, at kung panu ko nalampasan at naging masaya, makulay at positibo ang pinagdadaanan ko ng mga panahong yon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alam ko na malayo ang mundo natin, sobra. hindi pumasok sa isip ko na makakasundo kita sa mga bagay bagay bagay. may halong takot, saya, pag-asa at kaba ang nararamdaman ko matapos ng kwentuhan na yon. hindi ko alam, hindi ko masabi kung bakit. basta parang may kilig. para akong HIGH SCHOOL ulit. oo, nagsungit na naman ako, sa mga kaibigan mo, pero hindi ko sinasadya yun. iniwan kita sa pampang ng dagat nung lumapit ka, hindi ko masabi na nahihiya ako sayo, ewan ko kung bakit. nag iba bigla. pero ginawa ko pa ring normal ang pakikisama ko sayo. pag pinakita ko sayo siguro na nagkakagusto na ko sayo, nandoon yung takot na baka mailang ka, baka mainis ka, o baka hindi ka na maging komportable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;napapansin ko na unti unting nagiging makulay ang buhay mo, nagiiba na ang life style mo, hindi tulad ng nakekwento mo sa akin na storya mo ng nakaraan mo, lalo na sa ex-boyfriend mo. yun naman kasi ang madalas na paksa nang kwentuhan natin eh. ako, wala man lang akong naipakita, naikwento, o nabanggit na personal na istorya tungkol sa nakaraan ko, dahil naging interesado ako sayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lumipas ang mga araw, lalo akong nagkakagusto sayo, hindi ko na siguro kailangan pang ikwento kung paano, basta napapalapit ang loob ko sayo. siguro infatuated ako, dahil wala pa ung love. ang gusto ko lagi ka kasama, kakwentuhan, kainuman. pagkatapos yun ng ZAMBAPALOOZA.&lt;br /&gt;nagawa ko pang hawakan ang kamay mo, sa takot na baka hindi ko na maparamdam sayo anu ung nararamdaman ko. hinalikan kita, sa takot na baka iyon na ung huli nating pagkikita. nakakatakot din, dahil madaming nagkakagusto sayo, nanliligaw sayo, na nakakadate mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eto kasi yun. sino nga ba naman ako? sino ba ako para magustuhan mo? isang skater, lasenggo, walang pakialam sa anu man mangyari, come what may ika nga, or go with the flow. sino ba ko para magustuhan mo? haha nakakatawa nga naman di ba? pero nagulat ako, hindi ka nawala, hindi ka umalis, hindi ka nailang, hindi ka tumanggi. pinatawag pa kita para maka sigurado ako na hindi ako namamalik mata. masaya, nakakatuwa. pero nandun pa rin yung kaba na baka panandalian lang ito. pero nung oras na yun napagisip isip ko, bakit nga ba ako nag iisip ng ganun? eh kung nagunaw na mundo at hindi ko pa nagawa un, baka pag sisihan ko pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugali ko na yung gumawa ng bagay ng walang pakundangan. reckless ba. ayoko may nasasayang na oras sa wala. gagawin ko kung anu gusto ko gawin. gagalaw ako sa mundong gusto kong galawan. ayokong mag expect, umasa o kung anu man. basta mangyare na lang ang dapat mangyare. kung hindi ito maganap, malamang may dahilan ito bakit ganun. hindi ko pinag isipan ang mga galaw ko, iba kasi ung iniisip sa dinarama. magkaibang magkaiba. sakin, mas pinagagalaw ako sa kung anu ang nararamdaman ko. marahil hindi ito tama, pero anu nga ba ang tama at mali sa nararamdaman? ako lang naman ang makapagsasabi nyan eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mabalik tayo sa istorya. ayun nandun na nga ako sa stage na gusto ko na sya. iba si diane. sobrang ibang iba. kung dati nakikipag talo ako ng opinyon, ngayon napapa agree ako. hindi halata sa kanya na malalim sya mag isip, may sense, matalino, marunong mag analyze. wala ako pakealam kung anu negatibong napagdaanan nya. kinilala ko sya sa paraang alam ko, nakilala ko sya na ako mismo ang kumilala. oo, masama ang magkumpara pero totoo eh. naging masaklap sakin ang nakaraan kaya hindi ko nakekwento sa maraming tao. pero alam ko din na hindi pa rin nawawala sa isipan ni diane ang kanyang ex-boyfriend nung mga panahong un. kaso wala ako pake kung yun pa iniisip nya. wala din ako pakialam kahit buong araw yun pa ang ikwento nya, dahil kahit naman wala ako, kahit hindi ko sya gusto, ganun din ang ikekwento nya. gawain ko na wag pigilan ang mga bagay na DAPAT na mangyare, dahil dun mo makikita kung kagustuhan ba ng isang tao na mangyare yun o hindi. kung pinigilan ko siya magkwento ng magkwento tungkol sa ex-boyfriend niya, malamang naiba ang lahat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011, bagong taon, bagong buhay ika nga. anu nag aantay sakin sa taong ito. anu nag aantay sa kanya. hindi natin alam. sa minutong nakasama ko si diane, pakiramdam ko oras na, ang oras parang isang araw, ang isang araw parang isang linggo, ang isang linggo parang isang buwan. medyo mabilis na matagal ang mga pangyayare. masaya, wala akong masabi sa nararamdaman ko, pakiramdam ko nakahanap ko ng katapat. pero andun ung pangamba na isang araw, may pag uukulan na sya ng pansin. andaming manliligaw eh. ako hindi ako nanligaw, kinilala ko lang sya, at sa aking pagkakakilala sa kanya, doon ko napansin na nagkakagusto na ko sa kanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero may kakaibang akong napansin at naramdaman simula ng pasukan. medyo humupa ang lahat lahat sa paligid ko, naging mabagal pero sandali. oo naging sweet kami nung nakaraang 2010, pero pag pasok ng bagong taon, oo nagbago nga, hindi na tulad ng dati, pinilit ko wag mag isip ng kung anung dahilan. sinabi ko na lang sa sarili ko na "ang sarap talaga mag paka totoo, sabi na nga ba wala lang sa kanya un. wala syang gusto sakin". kahit nasabi na nya sakin na may gusto sya sakin. pero andun pa rin yung pakiramdam na hindi ganoon ka konkreto yung gusto nya. tama lang ang desisyon ko na wag umasa, na siguro gawin ko na lang yung gusto kong gawin. iparamdam ko lang sa kanya na gusto ko sya, na nandito lang ako bilang kaibigan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lagpasan ko na lang yung birthday niya sa tomato kick. at madami din akong gustong lagpasan na storya, pero panu ko makekwento kung paano napunta lahat sa ganito kung hindi ko ito babanggitin. madami siyang manliligaw, alam din ng mga manliligaw niya na hindi ako nanliligaw, so echepwera lang ako. hayaan ko lang sila. hindi ko rin naman sinasadyang maging isang dahilan para medyo mailang yung iba nyang manliligaw dahil sa presence ko. may isang bagay lang talaga na bumago ng lahat. masasabi kong yung bagay na yun ang nakapag patunay na si diane na nga ang babaeng gusto ko, ang babaeng hindi ko na pakakawalan. dumating ang matagal ko ng pinagdadasal. dati ng magkahiwalay kami ng ex-ko, sinabi ko sa sarili ko na hindi ako hahanap ng katulad nya, na hahanap ako ng mas hihigit pa sa lahat ng naging ex ko, nakasama kong babae, naka date ko, nakalandian ko. at yun na nga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anu ba tong bagay na ito? haha nakakatawa pero isang bagay na isinekreto. hindi dapat lumabas. madami akong nalaman at nasaksihan. sabihin ko pa ba? well, ok lang naman kung magkagusto siya sa mga manliligaw nya, pero ung taluhin ka ng barkada mo, yun yung hindi ko ata nakayanan. jundi. yan ang pangalan. matalik ko siyang kaibigan. isa sa mga nagkagusto kay diane. hindi ko alam anu balak niya pero ayun. ayoko na magsabi pa ng kung anu. basta hindi maganda ang dalawang huling linggo ng January para sakin. ayoko mag assume, ayoko mang bintang, ayoko na nga balikan eh pero antagal na para maging bitter pa ko dito sa kwento na to. nagustuhan din ni diane si jundi. oo, sigurado ako, pero hindi ko masabi, anung laban ko kapag pinag diinan ko ang nalalaman ko. anu laban ko sa madaming tao. halos nga lahat sila alam eh. ako alam ko din. nag aantay lang ako na may mag salita. hindi ko na hinangad na maging honest sakin ang mga tao sa paligid ko. wala akong pinagkakatiwalaan nung mga panahong yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yung insidenteng yun ang humubog sa katotohanan. na gusto ko nga si diane. mahal ko na nga ata siya nun pero hindi ako sigurado. nagkasabay sabay lahat ng negatibo sakin. nagkamali ako sa designs ko, napag bayad ako ng 30,000.00 sa company dahil sa mali ko na design. OVERNIGHT for 2 weeks. yung 2 weeks na yun, para sakin, eh madilim. kahit nagkakasama kami kahit papano, parang iba. may humaharang na pader samin. yun din yung time na nagkakasama si jundi at diane. ok naman sakin kung sasabihin nila sakin, pero oo masakit magagalit din ako. pero iba ung galit ng sinikreto pero nalaman mo. at tinanggi pa. oh basta yun na yun hanggang nung meiday. ayoko na ikwento ang nangyari, basta masaklap para sakin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nagalit ako, hindi kay diane. kay jundi ako nagalit at sa mga taong nagsasabing bitch si diane. ayokong mapunta si diane sa lalakeng ito dahil kilala ko to. nagsinungaling pa nga sya na wala siyang girlfriend eh. ayoko ng niloloko si diane. ayoko ng ginagago siya. pati ng mga tao sa paligid nya. ang sama sama ng loob ko pero wala ako magagawa nun. anu ba nama karapatan ko. hindi ko alam gagawin ko nang may nakita ako, parang guguho mundo ko, nagmukha lang akong tanga sa madaming tao. un lang. at lumabas pa na parang ako pa yung weird, ako pa yung parang ewan. laktawan na natin yan. nag usap kami ni diane 3 days after ng meiday. nag komprontahan kami. pasensya na, pero alam kong iba ang kwento ni diane sakin. ibang iba sa talagang nangyari.&lt;br /&gt;tulad ng tinanong nya ko kung feaseble ba na pumupunta ng bahay nila si jundi. sagot ko hindi, sagot ko madaming tao sa inyo. eh panu kung sabihin kong feaseble? aamin ba sya? wag ko na lang isagot yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok sige, ok na lahat. seryoso nawala yung nararamdaman ko sa kanya, biglang naglaho. na parang inisip ko, parang ang dating ko nasasakal ko si diane dahil lagi kami magkasama kahit hindi kami.  dumating ang Febuary 14, nakontrata ko nga pala siya na makipag date sakin nung January. may pinabasa sakin text si diane na text ni jundi. wow sincere, makapagbagdamdamin. ang haba, 3 messages din un. tinawanan ko lang yung message na yun. pero sa loob loob ko, nagparaya pa si jundi, na tipong kung wala ako, may chance na magtuloy tuloy pa sila. dahil daw sakin, kaya tinigil na nila. pero nandun din ung dahilan na may girlfriend si jundi kaya din nila tinigil nila. basta yun na yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lumipas na ang mga araw, wala. paalis alis kami, bumalik lahat sa dati. pero yung pakiramdam ko wala pa rin. medyo may bahid pa rin ng January yung pagkatao ko. tipong naiisip ko na mas ok na ganito na lang kami, atleast nagagawa nya gusto nya, hindi ko sya nabibigyan ng mga bagay na pasanin pa sa kanya. para akong bato nun, parang ansama ng tingin ko sa sarili ko, sa lahat, parang bumabalik ung dati kong ugali. naisip ko sa pangalawang beses, "ang sarap talaga magpakatotoo, hindi talaga pwede maging kami kung sakali.". napaka negatibo ng lahat. parang kailangan ko ng bakasyon, makalayo sa manila, makapag muni, makapag isip. naisip ko mag zambales ako sa katapusan ng Febuary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;niyaya ko si diane, pero hindi lang siya, pati na rin iba naming barkada. wala ako pakealam kung sumama sila o hindi. pupunta ako mag isa tulad ng gawain ko dati. gusto ko lang nun eh dagat, hangin, buhangin at bumyahe. hanggan sa dumating ang araw. lahat ng niyaya hindi pwede. so ako na lang mag isa. biglang nag last minute si diane sasama daw siya. ok game. go na kami at tumungo sa zambales. ibang iba kesa nung December, nung pumasok ang bagong taon, wala ng holding hands, kiss etc hahaha. ayun ganun din sa zambales, tanging nag didikit lang sa balat namin pag magkatabi kami sa upuan. oo nakapag isip ako ng malalim, nag muni muni, bakit ako nandito sa dagat, bakit si diane ang kasama ko, bakit nangyare yung kay jundi, bakit biglang nawala yung pagka tamis namin, bakit ko sya nagustuhan noon, bakit ko sya nakilala, bakit sa dami ng babaeng nakilala ko, siya yung tumatatak. andami kong iniisip, pabalik lahat, andami kong ina analyze, pino punto, binibigyan ng tamang rason at dahil. bakit bakit bakit bakit bakit bakit bakit??? yan ang tanong ko sa sarili ko. nasa biyahe pa lang andami ko na iniisip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nagkaroon ng pagkakataon na makapag kwentuhan kami ni diane. hindi ko na sasabihin anu napagkwentuhan namin. DUN!!! YUN!!! SAPUL!!! nakuha ko ang kasagutan ko sa mga tanong ko. ano ang sagot? MAHAL KO SIYA! bakit ko nga ba lolokohin ang sarili ko na hindi ko sya gusto, na hindi ko siya mahal. nandyan na, nasa harap ko na ang sagot! hindi ko masabi kung bakit un ang sagot ko. pero wala na kong mahanap na iba pang sagot, dun at dun bumabagsak ang sagot ko. MAHAL KO SIYA!!! hindi ko siya kayang mawala, nangyare ang lahat sapagkat may dahilan ito. oo, may mali ka at may mali akong nagawa. pero kung hindi mangyayari yung nangyare sa inyo ni jundi, hindi tayo magiging ganitp ngayon. kung pinigilan ko lahat sa inyo ni jundi, siguro hindi mo malalaman kung anu ang talagang nararamdaman ko. nakapag bigay iyon ng daan para pareho natin isipin kung dapat ba ituloy natin yung dati, o wag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nakapag desisyon na ko, dapat ko ipagpatuloy kung anu man ang nararamdaman ko. walang mali sa mga ginawa nya, ako ang nagkamali noon. pagiging tapat na lang siguro ang magagawa ko upang mapadama ko ulit sa kanya ang nararamdaman ko. dumating ang March, nararamdaman ko rin na nagugustuhan na nya ako, ewan ko basta yun eh. madalas na kami uli ang kasama, may holding hands at kiss ulit. parang nadoble pa yung magandang nangyayari. ang sarap ulit. para akong lumilipad. syempre nung mga panahong yon hindi maalis sa isip ko nangyari sa kanila ni jundi. pero that's another story eh. part na lang sya ng growth ng nararamdaman ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapos lahat ay maayos na sa napapansin ko. hindi ko kasi alam nung time na yun anu ba napapansin ni diane, anu ba talaga nararamdaman nya, anu ba ang iniisip nya at kung anu anu pa. hanggang sa isang ordinaryong lakad, niyaya ko siya manood ng pyrolimpics. hindi nga lang namin naabutan dahil sakin. hahaha mapapangitan siguro kayo sa panapos ko sa pagsulat, pero dun ko nakuha ang sagot nya sa pag alok ko sa kanya na maging kapareha ko, kasintahan ko, girlfriend ko. ako, mahal ko talaga siya nun, siya, hindi ko alam, pero wala pang ganun siyang nararamdaman hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at ang mga sumunod, sa kanya nyo na lang pa kwento kaso tatamarin yun malamang. joke lang diane!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I LOVE YOU!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-1641348353627098355?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/feeds/1641348353627098355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14537921&amp;postID=1641348353627098355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/1641348353627098355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/1641348353627098355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/2011/08/5-months.html' title='5 months'/><author><name>pugkorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593596596369856443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IMna4oti0/Tglqtd51AeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8Xs64z1A2k/s220/230225_1812057380409_1209256492_31881522_2795944_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921.post-1969642212622111286</id><published>2011-08-09T09:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T09:21:03.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haters</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;"&gt;I think, there are several types of hater existing in this colorful  world. And i would like to specify 3 (three) of them base on my own  haters. LOL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. The one who personally hates you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;"&gt;    They are the one who tries their best to forget you and to move on with  their lives. This are the people who are mad at you, angry at you, and  everything. They hate you because you did something to them, and you  can't help but to love them instead of hating them. The only solution  for them not to hate you is to admit what you did negative to them with  apology and sincerity. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. The one who hates you because your awesome.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;"&gt;    They hate you because you're just an annoyance to them. They'll put you  down with all their powers. The type of person who don't know why they  hate you, they can't really specify the feeling they've getting. Oh how i  love haters, because this type of people don't really know they are  putting you to fame. Bad publicity is still a publicity. They will fish  every detail of your awesome life, they will hate you for your success,  for your happiness, for your awesomeness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. The one who hates you with no apparent reason.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;    Simple, they just hate you. Why? Just to keep up with the trend. This  are the people who are in a certain type of group who really hates you.  They will hate you because others hate you. They want to be in, they  want to keep their status on the group, they don't have anything against  you, really. They just don't want to be hated also and left out in the said group. This are the one who don't know what is happening, try to fit and blend with the scenery. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-1969642212622111286?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/feeds/1969642212622111286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14537921&amp;postID=1969642212622111286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/1969642212622111286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/1969642212622111286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/2011/08/haters.html' title='haters'/><author><name>pugkorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593596596369856443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IMna4oti0/Tglqtd51AeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8Xs64z1A2k/s220/230225_1812057380409_1209256492_31881522_2795944_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921.post-4756930913317745275</id><published>2011-07-18T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T15:26:21.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xiEOrDAW8Mk/TiPf60ADlqI/AAAAAAAAABU/1FJi25F7Gcw/s1600/Photo-0052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xiEOrDAW8Mk/TiPf60ADlqI/AAAAAAAAABU/1FJi25F7Gcw/s400/Photo-0052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630590160627537570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i know you'll be mad if you saw this&lt;br /&gt;but i can't help it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-4756930913317745275?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/feeds/4756930913317745275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14537921&amp;postID=4756930913317745275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/4756930913317745275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/4756930913317745275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy.html' title='happy'/><author><name>pugkorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593596596369856443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IMna4oti0/Tglqtd51AeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8Xs64z1A2k/s220/230225_1812057380409_1209256492_31881522_2795944_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xiEOrDAW8Mk/TiPf60ADlqI/AAAAAAAAABU/1FJi25F7Gcw/s72-c/Photo-0052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921.post-519923069862544706</id><published>2011-07-18T14:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T14:38:23.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-npWuk7wDwzk/TiPQz6JjGvI/AAAAAAAAABM/ssPspWOJvBI/s1600/36845_1397438788723_1614866205_988444_2452904_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-npWuk7wDwzk/TiPQz6JjGvI/AAAAAAAAABM/ssPspWOJvBI/s400/36845_1397438788723_1614866205_988444_2452904_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630573549344463602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;before, there was no good reason to give up this kind of life style&lt;br /&gt;no one can make me give up&lt;br /&gt;this lifestyle taught me everything, and made me to who i am now&lt;br /&gt;without this, i am no one&lt;br /&gt;the reality of everything&lt;br /&gt;the thing that build me, and destroy me&lt;br /&gt;but then, i found a reason, i found real happiness&lt;br /&gt;this lifestyle is just there, it will never fade, it will never die&lt;br /&gt;but you&lt;br /&gt;you're the one i would never give up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GIVING UP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY SKATEBOARDING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY LIFE TIME&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU TO YOU!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i mean it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could still play, but i'm out of the game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-519923069862544706?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/feeds/519923069862544706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14537921&amp;postID=519923069862544706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/519923069862544706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/519923069862544706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/2011/07/before-there-was-no-good-reason-to-give.html' title=''/><author><name>pugkorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593596596369856443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IMna4oti0/Tglqtd51AeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8Xs64z1A2k/s220/230225_1812057380409_1209256492_31881522_2795944_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-npWuk7wDwzk/TiPQz6JjGvI/AAAAAAAAABM/ssPspWOJvBI/s72-c/36845_1397438788723_1614866205_988444_2452904_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921.post-6865806212724816047</id><published>2011-07-14T11:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T11:11:00.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;because it teaches the reality of LIFE. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;people  often say they are rebellious, punk, have attitude, thrash, bastards,  and whatever negative they could throw. and we can't deny that some are  kind of like this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;some stereotypes the noob and the  great. the starter and the master. the impossible and the possible. yet  they just do what they do. it doesn't matter whether your good at it or  not. just ride it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;some really work too hard to be good  at it. but working too hard sometimes frustrates them. and the fun part  are forgotten. WORKING TOO HARD vs FUN AND ENJOYMENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but  what they don't know, is that, it is life manifest in selfish activity  and a reflection of who you are. no rules, no boundries, no limits. ITS  FREEDOM. ITS ART. ITS PASSION. in short, IT IS LIFE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;what made me compare skateboarding to LIFE? there are a lot of reason which others don't see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this is how i foresee it:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in life&lt;/strong&gt;, you try and try and try until you succeed&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in life&lt;/strong&gt;, you fall, you get up, you do it again with the knowledge of what is the right thing to do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in life&lt;/strong&gt;, everything starts with the basic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in life&lt;/strong&gt;, everybody does the SAME TRICK, but they do it DIFFERENTLY&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in life&lt;/strong&gt;, frustration comes when your not enjoying it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in life&lt;/strong&gt;, you are on your own.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in life&lt;/strong&gt;, you can never really know unless you try.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in life&lt;/strong&gt;, there are obstacles, you just have to know what to do with them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in life, &lt;/strong&gt;what's done is done.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in life, &lt;/strong&gt;trying is better than not to try at all.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in life&lt;/strong&gt;, you cannot do the same as the first when it is already done.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in life&lt;/strong&gt;, you have to learn first from the others who knows it best.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in life&lt;/strong&gt;, there are friends and foes. there are lovers and haters. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in life&lt;/strong&gt;, you are what you express.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in life&lt;/strong&gt;, there are times that you want to quit on something.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in life&lt;/strong&gt;, you should never give up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;change the phrase &lt;strong&gt;IN LIFE&lt;/strong&gt; to &lt;strong&gt;SKATEBOARDING&lt;/strong&gt;, and you'll know my point.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this is my point of view, my opinion, my thoughts. skateboarding changed my perspective in life. what changed you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BORING!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-6865806212724816047?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/feeds/6865806212724816047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14537921&amp;postID=6865806212724816047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/6865806212724816047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/6865806212724816047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/2011/07/because-it-teaches-reality-of-life.html' title=''/><author><name>pugkorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593596596369856443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IMna4oti0/Tglqtd51AeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8Xs64z1A2k/s220/230225_1812057380409_1209256492_31881522_2795944_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921.post-3144917298346137552</id><published>2011-07-05T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T16:34:40.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>everything in you is beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;tight shirt&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;loose shirt&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hanging shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;big shirts&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;plain shirt&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;old shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;shorts&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;pants&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;uniform&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;slippers&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;sandals&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;sneakers&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; heels&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;swimsuit&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;formal dress&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;party dress&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;simple dress&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;with or without glasses&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;with or without make up&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;with or without earrings&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;with or without lip balm&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;with or without accessories&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;with or without S.I.C. and perry ellis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;with or without wearing all of the above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the morning look&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the afternoon look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the evening look&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the blooming look&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the haggard look&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the drunk look&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the crazy look&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the mad look&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the irritated look&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the out of the bed look&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the after sex look&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the sad look&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the happy look&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the surprise look&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the i wonder look&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the i don't give a damn look&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the i haven't slept for a week look&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the i have slept all week look&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the hungry look&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the i'm full i don't wanna eat look&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the i don't wanna do this look&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the what the hell is this look&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;that's all for now&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-3144917298346137552?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/feeds/3144917298346137552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14537921&amp;postID=3144917298346137552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/3144917298346137552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/3144917298346137552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/2011/07/everything-in-you-is-beautiful.html' title='everything in you is beautiful'/><author><name>pugkorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593596596369856443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IMna4oti0/Tglqtd51AeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8Xs64z1A2k/s220/230225_1812057380409_1209256492_31881522_2795944_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921.post-3266829724747469560</id><published>2011-06-30T10:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T12:34:37.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ao5i7LqRAg8/Tgv8vByxnJI/AAAAAAAAABE/iFJl0-Qk74g/s1600/0%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 684px; height: 517px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ao5i7LqRAg8/Tgv8vByxnJI/AAAAAAAAABE/iFJl0-Qk74g/s400/0%2Bcopy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623866444567649426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-3266829724747469560?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/feeds/3266829724747469560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14537921&amp;postID=3266829724747469560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/3266829724747469560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/3266829724747469560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>pugkorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593596596369856443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IMna4oti0/Tglqtd51AeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8Xs64z1A2k/s220/230225_1812057380409_1209256492_31881522_2795944_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ao5i7LqRAg8/Tgv8vByxnJI/AAAAAAAAABE/iFJl0-Qk74g/s72-c/0%2Bcopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921.post-28107850845991489</id><published>2011-06-28T16:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T16:40:38.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can i keep you? :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="clearfix"&gt;&lt;div class="mbs uiHeaderSubTitle lfloat fsm fwn fcg"&gt;Monday, June 27, 2011 at 12:57pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;i  really dont care if people would tell my im cheesy. its just the way i  express my feelings towards the person i care and i love.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;a single you is enough to replace all that is lost.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;you are my weakness and my strength.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;you are like the sun to me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;whenever there is no time to see you or to talk to you, il make sure il find one. guaranteed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;il always be with you as much as possible. MARK THAT!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and i will always love you every single second whenever, where ever, and what ever the circumstance would be.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh well. that is all for now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;im sleepy but im full of love.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-28107850845991489?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/feeds/28107850845991489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14537921&amp;postID=28107850845991489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/28107850845991489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/28107850845991489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/2011/06/can-i-keep-you.html' title='can i keep you? :)'/><author><name>pugkorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593596596369856443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IMna4oti0/Tglqtd51AeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8Xs64z1A2k/s220/230225_1812057380409_1209256492_31881522_2795944_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921.post-7453427773964205215</id><published>2011-06-28T16:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T16:40:14.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sea island cotton</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="clearfix"&gt;&lt;div class="mbs uiHeaderSubTitle lfloat fsm fwn fcg"&gt;on Wednesday, June 22, 2011 at 4:39am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="uiHeaderTitle"&gt;sea island cotton&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dalawang bagay lang ang naiisip ko:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ikaw at ang dagat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;buhangin,  beer, tent, kanin, adobo, masasayang kaibigan na skimmers at surfers,  bituin, araw, alon, bus, umaga tanghali hapon gabi, kwentuhan, kulitan,  sungitan, kalokohan, at madami pa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;walang pagbabago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-7453427773964205215?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/feeds/7453427773964205215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14537921&amp;postID=7453427773964205215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/7453427773964205215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/7453427773964205215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/2011/06/sea-island-cotton.html' title='sea island cotton'/><author><name>pugkorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593596596369856443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IMna4oti0/Tglqtd51AeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8Xs64z1A2k/s220/230225_1812057380409_1209256492_31881522_2795944_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921.post-312815334513265226</id><published>2011-06-28T16:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T16:39:28.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>erased</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="clearfix"&gt;&lt;div class="mbs uiHeaderSubTitle lfloat fsm fwn fcg"&gt; Thursday, June 16, 2011 at 11:19pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;sometimes  i get pissed when people reminds me of what happen back then. now i am  erasing anything that would remind me of that. people, texts, letters  (if there is any), pics etc on my personal account.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and id  even thought of erasing those fucked up people involved there in my  life, like i don't even know them in the 1st place so it wont bother me  anymore&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;that moment was really fucked up so don't dare to ask me or even a slight reminder of that month.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;get a life dude. don't try to remind me of that again. nor don't try to fish on what's happening with me now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i hope i get myself clear.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;thanks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-312815334513265226?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/feeds/312815334513265226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14537921&amp;postID=312815334513265226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/312815334513265226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/312815334513265226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/2011/06/erased.html' title='erased'/><author><name>pugkorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593596596369856443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IMna4oti0/Tglqtd51AeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8Xs64z1A2k/s220/230225_1812057380409_1209256492_31881522_2795944_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921.post-3600633894924414405</id><published>2011-06-28T16:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T16:39:09.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a striver in relationship (sorry, im so bored)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="clearfix"&gt;&lt;div class="mbs uiHeaderSubTitle lfloat fsm fwn fcg"&gt;Wednesday, June 15, 2011 at 4:27am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;My result&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;from visual DNA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When  you're in love life somehow seems easier to handle. Whatever   challenges you face you're in it together and that's all that matters.   As a True Romantic you've got a whole lot of love to give and you like   to lavish your partner with romantic gestures. You have strong instincts   and a good understanding of who you are and what you want from life.   You like to follow your dreams and believe in happy endings. You are   expressive and enjoy coming up with new ways to show your partner how   much you love him. Intense experiences appeal to your sensual side. It's   all about immersing yourself in the fairy-tale feelings of being in   love. For you it's the little things that make being in love so special:   a sunset stroll on a beach holding hands at the movies and feeling   protected and cared for.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Relationship tips:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So you're a True Romantic but what tips can we give for keeping the romance alive in your relationship&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be natural. Remember that your partner loves you for who you are so don't feel the need to put on an act.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Share   the love. You've got the Midas touch when it comes to setting the   romantic tone so do what you do best and let your partner experience the   magic.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Open your heart. Don't overthink things or be too much   of a perfectionist. The strongest connections are founded on spiritual   intimacy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take a weekend away. Whether you're still in the   first flush of love or entering your second decade together there's   still nothing better than checking into a nice hotel for a night. Take   your time over a romantic dinner and make sure to have breakfast in bed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-3600633894924414405?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/feeds/3600633894924414405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14537921&amp;postID=3600633894924414405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/3600633894924414405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/3600633894924414405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/2011/06/striver-in-relationship-sorry-im-so.html' title='a striver in relationship (sorry, im so bored)'/><author><name>pugkorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593596596369856443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IMna4oti0/Tglqtd51AeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8Xs64z1A2k/s220/230225_1812057380409_1209256492_31881522_2795944_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921.post-1276204105213151618</id><published>2011-06-28T16:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T16:38:20.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fit na fit eh :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="clearfix"&gt;&lt;div class="mbs uiHeaderSubTitle lfloat fsm fwn fcg"&gt;Wednesday, June 1, 2011 at 1:44am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;bored ako kaya nagbasa ako ng mga ganito LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;When  the immature Aries and wise Capricorn fall for each other, an  unusual  combination is experienced in which the attraction can be  exciting, but  harmony can be difficult to attain. As this fire and earth  sign try to  blend in, they may create amazing chemistry or nothing at  all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;An  Aries man is dashing and carefree, rarely stopping to stare at the   small wonders of life. For them life is a challenge and they cannot   wait for each and every new day. They want to sore through life. Even   from their body language one can easily assess the fact they have the   great to potential to attain success. An Aries can easily fall for a   Capricorn woman at first sight and the connection seems to be very   strong. He is never a diplomat and his quality of straight forwardness   is highly admired by her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Capricorn woman is very careful,  wise and exasperatingly correct  at all times. Just like the Aries man  she too can be self-centered.  Nothing ever changes Capricorn’s  reverence for success and a solid bank  account. Since security and  authority are always her goals, an ambitious  Aries man makes a good  match for her. She is often much more warm and  lovable than she permits  herself to realize, and always far more  physically appealing and  attractive than she believes. Though she  appears to be self-centered at  times, but once he becomes a part of her  family, she is dedicated  enough to take good care of him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Aries man in love with a  Capricorn woman can have a wise  counselor and practical partner to take  up all his unwanted worries. She  is a lady of respect and position and  is hurt by even small ridicule.  Though most of the Capricorn women are  career oriented but for them  family and family ties always come above  everything else. This attitude  of Capricorn woman gives a sense of  devotion and dedication to an Aries  man. Sometimes she may find him a  bit immature but this can be overcome  if the age difference is  prominent, and Aries is elder to Capricorn, as  no other zodiac sign  understands the value of experience as the  Capricorn does.  Sometimes  the cold mask of the Capricorn woman can give  hiccups to him as she  avoids sharing herself until she has total trust  on the person.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;A  Capricorn woman in a relationship with an Aries man, gets a partner   who teaches are to fly happily and freely which she never did before in   her life. He considers all the tasks of his life as a challenge and   gives his best shot in order to excel at them.  This attitude of him   provides her with the always wanted security and makes him the right man   whom she would love to honor throughout her life. He is pretty weak in   terms of banks and finance and definitely requires someone to do it  for  him which is efficiently done by her. The only prominent flaw in  the  personality of Capricorn woman is her self centered attitude  towards  everything in life. But still, he always admires her wonderful  attitude  towards life and enjoys his freedom with her as much as she  does.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Aries man and the Capricorn woman can have an  interesting  relationship when he is aware of her insecurities and when  she does not  try to make him feel inferior in any area of life through  her intellect.  This stability is earned by this couple with due course  of time as  their love deepens and all the superficial aspects are left  far behind.   She really longs to love him as fiercely in return of his  passionate  love as much she receives from him. As their selfless love  flourishes,  they bask in the sunshine of never ending affection and  devotion, which  makes them experience the heaven on earth.  It is  rightly said, love  makes it all possible……and where love exists it does  not leave space for  anything else!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Listening to the inner voice,  while burning with the desire to  consummate physically, an emotional  and mental attraction is built  between these two signs. They can  greatly improve their sex life when  the Aries man tries harder to  decipher his Capricorn woman. He is quite  capable to taking the mask  off her but the only difficulty is that he  thinks that she is being  egoistic instead understanding the fact that  she is donning the mask to  conceal her problems. Her indifferent  attitude can decrease the  intensity of the passion felt by the Aries man  for her. He may suffer  agonies of inferiority. It’s disconcerting to  try to make love to a  woman who’s continually having gloomy chills and  guilty twinges.  Especially for an Aries male, who needs and demands, at  all times,  intense, concentrated attention directed towards him. She  will need to  use her feminine appeal, her beauty, to get some advantage  here.  Instead of hiding her beautiful parts, she can actually make some  good  use of them to attract him and his love. She must believe that she  is  blessed with tremendous natural talents to influence, to motivate, to   inspire, her Aries male.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Aries love is demanding and more  self-centered with lots of  passion to be shown now and then while the  Capricorn’s love is quiet and  undemanding with no excessive emotions to  be demonstrated.  The  principle which can be successful here is  embracing the opposites. You  overcome through acceptance rather than  through opposition. Abuse is  healed through forgiveness, not through  condemnation. Mostly Capricorn  loves the courage and purity of Aries  but sometimes gets upset on their  aggressiveness and impulsive  reactions which they find thoughtless.  Capricorn’s determination is  followed by outstanding patience which is  strongly admired by Aries but  the rigidity and ruthlessness of Capricorn  makes the Aries cold and  distant, cooling off the flames of passion  even before the pick up the  actual blaze.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;WebRepOverall rating &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-1276204105213151618?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/feeds/1276204105213151618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14537921&amp;postID=1276204105213151618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/1276204105213151618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/1276204105213151618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/2011/06/fit-na-fit-eh.html' title='fit na fit eh :)'/><author><name>pugkorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593596596369856443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IMna4oti0/Tglqtd51AeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8Xs64z1A2k/s220/230225_1812057380409_1209256492_31881522_2795944_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921.post-3584687102222033448</id><published>2011-06-28T16:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T16:37:50.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hahahahahahahaha ohh bat ganun nga ba sila? hahahahahahaha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="clearfix"&gt;&lt;div class="mbs uiHeaderSubTitle lfloat fsm fwn fcg"&gt;Tuesday, May 3, 2011 at 11:41pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;may isang tropa ako na nakausap na babae, matagal na ata kami ndi nagkausap. saglit lang naman ang usap kamustahan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;natawa lang ako bigla sa mga nakwen2 nya sobra!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;parang  dati mangiyak ngiyak syang nag oopen up about sa love life nya, hingi  advice, at halos pakamatay makahanap lang ng lalakeng gusto nya. dream  guy ata.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ang gusto daw nya ung naiintindihan sya, ung  mabait, ung aalagan, ung ipaparamdam daw na importante sya, ung tipong  NICE GUY (sakto kasi nung nag usap kami kakapanood lang nya nung sa  wongfu ek ek)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ayon nakahanap sya ng ganung lalake, pero bat ganun, hindi ako sexist or bias:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ang  babae gusto nila ung iintindi sa kanila, ung mag aalaga sa kanila, ung  mabait, basta ung lahat ng trait ng isang nice guy, or ideal bf tama ba?  tapos habang lumalalim kwen2han, andami nyang reklamo sa nice guy kesyo  ambait, boring, over protective daw etc. eh kilala ko din ung lalakeng  un hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;wala lang ung irony na sinasabi ko lang d2,  hahanap ka ng nice guy or ideal pero pag nandyan na ndi na nila  masikmurang kasama, minsan ikahihiya pa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"pag nasa bad guy ka napunta gs2 mo ng nice guy, pero pag nasa nice guy kana nabobored ka na sa kabaitan". LOL&lt;/strong&gt; masasabi ko lang parang tanga lang mga ganyang tao! peace&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-3584687102222033448?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/feeds/3584687102222033448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14537921&amp;postID=3584687102222033448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/3584687102222033448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/3584687102222033448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/2011/06/hahahahahahahaha-ohh-bat-ganun-nga-ba.html' title='hahahahahahahaha ohh bat ganun nga ba sila? hahahahahahaha'/><author><name>pugkorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593596596369856443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IMna4oti0/Tglqtd51AeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8Xs64z1A2k/s220/230225_1812057380409_1209256492_31881522_2795944_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921.post-7668660369315009813</id><published>2011-06-28T16:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T16:37:24.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts after waking up beside you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="clearfix"&gt;&lt;div class="mbs uiHeaderSubTitle lfloat fsm fwn fcg"&gt;Sunday, May 1, 2011 at 10:33pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;a&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;ng  aliwalas ng gising ko. kaht masakit katawan ko. dami pumasok sa utak ko  nang simula mo kong yakapin sa aking pag mulat. kalimutan ang mga bagay  na dapat kalimutan. wag isipin ang ang mga "dapat" na mangyare. ang  mahalaga sa lahat ung ngayon. sarap lang isulat ang "naiisip ng  pakiramdam" ko. napapangiti na nga ako. minsan mukha ng tanga na paulit  ulit akong natutuwa sa twing nakakasama kta. kaht hindi mo sabihin,  ramdam ko. wala nga atang kwenta tong tinatayp ko pero ang sarap lang  talagang isulat d2 at itag sayo. hahaha. salamat talaga sa lahat kaht  wala naman ata akong dapat ipagpasalamat. sabi nga nila mejo nagbago daw  ako. oo siguro, nanaba ako eh. lol. pasensya na sa ka weirduhan ko  minsan. pinipilit kong wag pairalin kung anu mang kaweirduhan un.  hahaha. natutuwa lang ako sa kasimplehan ng mga nangyayare ngayon. sa  totoo lang masaklap mga pinagdaanan ko pero wala na un. nagmamahal ako  sa paraang alam ko. kinilala kita sa paraang alam ko. nagustuhan kita sa  paraang alam ko. may mga bagay na ndi ko masabi basta basta at  naipapahayag ko lang sa paraang alam ko. baduy na siguro kung baduy.  mabuti na un kesa ndi ko masabi kung anu man ang dapat kong sabihin.  sana hinda ka magsawa sa pagmumukha kong cute :) siguro ok na to. baka  masapok mo na ko eh. LOL. :))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-7668660369315009813?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/feeds/7668660369315009813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14537921&amp;postID=7668660369315009813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/7668660369315009813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/7668660369315009813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/2011/06/thoughts-after-waking-up-beside-you.html' title='thoughts after waking up beside you'/><author><name>pugkorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593596596369856443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IMna4oti0/Tglqtd51AeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8Xs64z1A2k/s220/230225_1812057380409_1209256492_31881522_2795944_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921.post-427263444626076856</id><published>2011-06-28T16:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T16:36:08.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ive noticed that...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="clearfix"&gt;&lt;div class="mbs uiHeaderSubTitle lfloat fsm fwn fcg"&gt;Wednesday, April 13, 2011 at 1:36am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;i really dont feel sleepy when im beside you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;even when i sleep so late, i always manage to go to work early.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and have the time to see you again and dont feel sleepy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;im not bored even we always talk about the same topic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i could even eat any food when im with you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i am always amazed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;im not getting tired by sitting at the same place for a long time when im beside you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;im not even get saturated even though we go on the same place, same time, 24/7.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i always wake up smiling.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i always fall asleep smiling.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i always learn new things.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i now do what i cant imagine i will do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;thats all for now :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-427263444626076856?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/feeds/427263444626076856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14537921&amp;postID=427263444626076856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/427263444626076856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/427263444626076856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/2011/06/ive-noticed-that.html' title='ive noticed that...'/><author><name>pugkorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593596596369856443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IMna4oti0/Tglqtd51AeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8Xs64z1A2k/s220/230225_1812057380409_1209256492_31881522_2795944_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921.post-5802447571760346639</id><published>2011-06-28T16:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T16:35:42.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="clearfix"&gt;&lt;div class="mbs uiHeaderSubTitle lfloat fsm fwn fcg"&gt;Wednesday, March 30, 2011 at 11:35pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;the one who makes me high whenever i smell her perfume&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the one who always has a big smile on her face&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the one who makes fun out of people closest to her&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the one who walks like a guy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the one who is crushed by many guys&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the one who rants&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the one who has small smooth hands yet so heavy when she hits you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the one who walks as fast as i am&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the one who always get tangled hair&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the one who sometimes get caught off guard&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the one who occasionally spaced out&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the one who has expressive eyes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the one who has high lip line&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the one who has a soft lips&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the one who nerds out spontaneously&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the one who doesn't like cheesy lines&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the one who has a taste of weird yet good movies&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the one who sometimes easily irritates&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the one who doesn't like to receive flowers on valentines day&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the one who looks like she doesn't age&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the one who has a different taste in fashion&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the one who cannot really decide what to drink&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the one who is sometimes have a tantrum state&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the one who believes that chivalry is dead&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the one who unconsciously have said 100 or more "parang" word in a day (peace)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the one who never end a day without saying TAKTE&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the one doesn't want to be courted&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the one who will not believe that she is the one to be loved&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the one who never get tired of talking&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the one whom i'll never get tired to listen to&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the one whom i want to share myself&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the one who will react, discreetly on her mind, or in others or here or in front of me. if she saw this note&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and the one that i would love to keep. &amp;lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hahahahaha this made my day LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-5802447571760346639?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/feeds/5802447571760346639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14537921&amp;postID=5802447571760346639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/5802447571760346639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/5802447571760346639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/2011/06/one.html' title='the one'/><author><name>pugkorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593596596369856443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IMna4oti0/Tglqtd51AeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8Xs64z1A2k/s220/230225_1812057380409_1209256492_31881522_2795944_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921.post-7044374952616020626</id><published>2011-06-28T16:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T16:11:00.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>advance personality quiz: A Striver in Spirit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="clearfix"&gt;&lt;div class="mbs uiHeaderSubTitle lfloat fsm fwn fcg"&gt;Monday, March 28, 2011 at 8:55pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="uiHeaderTitle"&gt;Sdvance Personality Quiz: A Striver in Spirit&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youniverse.com/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;www.youniverse.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SPIRIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You're  a Striver. You're lively and enthusiastic  with an infectious energy.  It's all about seizing the day and living  life to the full. You're fun  to be around and your positive spirit is  something your friends value  and admire. You have tons of infectious  energy and lots of natural  enthusiasm. You tend to be committed when it  comes to achieving your  goals in life. You set high standards for  yourself and others and like  to keep your eye on the prize.  Resourcefulness is definitely one of  your finest strengths. When you get  excited about something you have  the confidence and passion to inspire  all those around you. You seem to  have a really healthy attitude toward  life! It takes a lot to throw  you off balance and you don't let much  stress you out. A healthy  relationship really is the bedrock of a happy  home but it also takes a  lot of energy and commitment to maintain. Make  sure that with all the  other distractions your love life doesn't end up  at the bottom of the  list. Life's all about options. Allow yourself to  be excited by  possibility and potential. Try not to push to know the  answer all the  time. There will be lots of twists and turns in life.  Rather than  wishing away the journey try to live in the moment and enjoy  every bump  in the road! Challenge yourself to try new experiences and  live life  to the fullest. Remember that you can't be upbeat and outgoing  100  percent of the time. It's okay to tune out and look inward every  now  and again. In fact we encourage it! You really appreciate the  grounding  force that a loving relationship can be in your life. For an   extroverted people person like you it's important to be able to retreat   from the world from time to time and know that you can switch off and   relax with your one true love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;RELATIONSHIPS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When  you're in love life somehow seems easier to  handle. Whatever  challenges you face you're in it together and that's  all that matters.  As a True Romantic you've got a whole lot of love to  give and you like  to lavish your partner with romantic gestures. You  have strong  instincts and a good understanding of who you are and what  you want  from life. You like to follow your dreams and believe in happy  endings.  You are expressive and enjoy coming up with new ways to show  your  partner how much you love him/her. Intense experiences appeal to your   sensual side. It's all about immersing yourself in the fairy-tale   feelings of being in love. For you it's the little things that make   being in love so special: a sunset stroll on a beach holding hands at   the movies and feeling protected and cared for.`heading 1`  Relationship  tips: So you're a True Romantic but what tips can we  give for keeping  the romance alive in your relationship, Be  natural. Remember that your  partner loves you for who you are so don't  feel the need to put on an  act.  Share the love. You've got the  Midas touch when it comes to  setting the romantic tone so do what you do  best and let your partner  experience the magic. Open your heart.  Don't over think things or be  too much of a perfectionist. The strongest  connections are founded on  spiritual intimacy. Take a weekend  away. Whether you're still in the  first flush of love or entering your  second decade together there's  still nothing better than checking into a  nice hotel for a night. Take  your time over a romantic dinner and make  sure to have breakfast in  bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MONEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The way to your heart is through  your stomach!  While you're happy to get creative in the kitchen you'd  love to be able  to eat in amazing restaurants whenever the mood  strikes. When it comes  to success you're balanced and focused. Your  glass tends to be half-full  and you're always happy to have it topped  off! You see life as a  marathon rather than a sprint and tend to think  in terms of long-term  goals. You put lots of effort into everything you  do and get a great  sense of fulfillment from the results. You're  dedicated and committed  but don't forget to let your hair down every  now and again. A little  treat is just what you deserve!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HEALTH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mornings  are a special chance to spend time with  your partner. You know what a  difference it makes if you eat a breakfast  before you start the day and  you're on the right track with your  health. You believe in a balanced  approach to living a healthy  lifestyle. It's all about moderation. You  enjoy exercise and eating  healthily but you're not going to let it take  over and run your life.  You manage to fit physical activity around  your everyday activities and  your happy-go-lucky attitude means you  won't stress about it too much.  You know that a couple of missed gym  sessions won't make a huge  difference to how you feel overall. It's  definitely not worth worrying  about that's for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FOOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You  like things simple and straightforward and food  is no exception.  Rather than fiddle around with various recipes and  spices you're more  likely to head for the grill. Smiple honest food...  plus it combines  meat vegetables and a bit of starch - clearly a  balanced diet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HOME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If  you took some time out to visualize your dream  life you could probably  see yourself away from the rat race chilling out  on a beach. Nothing  puts a smile on your face like waking up to sun sea  and sand without a  care in the world. Fresh fruit seafood and not a  cloud in the  sky...sounds like paradise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ENTERTAINMENT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You're  a techie. You love getting your hands on the  latest shiny gadget  that's going to revolutionize your world. If it's  cool and shiny you're  probably going to want it! Logical and practical  you like to know how  things work. And when it comes to chilling out  catching up on the  blogosphere or chatting with your friends online with  a coffee is one  of life's little treats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;STYLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You like to  take things easy. Life's busy enough  without having to worry about  getting dressed up every day. It's about  maximum comfort with a splash  of style so it's hard to beat your  favorite pair of jeans. But don't  forget how good it can feel to give  yourself a makeover every now and  then. It can work wonders for your  self-esteem to refresh your wardrobe  spruce up your hair and put on a  great. So make sure you schedule a  shopping trip every few months. You  deserve it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TRAVEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You're  open-minded and a positive thinker so when  you get the chance to go  traveling you love to head somewhere exotic and  off the beaten track.  For you escapism is the ultimate in relaxation.  It's the perfect  antidote to the stress of everyday life. You love the  feel of the sun  and sea on your skin so your perfect vacation would  definitely include a  beach. Even better if it's secluded and  undiscovered by hordes of  tourists!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-7044374952616020626?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/feeds/7044374952616020626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14537921&amp;postID=7044374952616020626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/7044374952616020626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/7044374952616020626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/2011/06/advance-personality-quiz-striver-in.html' title='advance personality quiz: A Striver in Spirit'/><author><name>pugkorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593596596369856443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IMna4oti0/Tglqtd51AeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8Xs64z1A2k/s220/230225_1812057380409_1209256492_31881522_2795944_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921.post-8858459759620012803</id><published>2011-06-28T16:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T16:00:44.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>relationship</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" class="clearfix"&gt;&lt;div class="mbs uiHeaderSubTitle lfloat fsm fwn fcg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Tuesday, March 8, 2011 at 4:00am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Most people enter into relationships with an eye toward what they can get out of them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;rather than what they can put into them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The purpose of a relationship is to  decide what part of yourself you'd like to see "show up,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;not what part  of another you can capture and hold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The  purpose of a relationship is not to have another who might  complete  you; but to have another with whom you might share your  completeness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;wasak hahaah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-8858459759620012803?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/feeds/8858459759620012803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14537921&amp;postID=8858459759620012803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/8858459759620012803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/8858459759620012803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/2011/06/relationship.html' title='relationship'/><author><name>pugkorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593596596369856443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IMna4oti0/Tglqtd51AeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8Xs64z1A2k/s220/230225_1812057380409_1209256492_31881522_2795944_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921.post-6515306759801331668</id><published>2011-06-28T15:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T15:58:50.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>san ka dito?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="clearfix"&gt;&lt;div class="mbs uiHeaderSubTitle lfloat fsm fwn fcg"&gt;Tuesday, March 8, 2011 at 3:35am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;People can be divided into three classes:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;the few who make things  happen, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;the many who watch things happen, AND &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;the overwhelming majority  who have no idea what has happened.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND each person have three characters:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;that which they exhibit, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;that which they have, AND&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;that which they think they have.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-6515306759801331668?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/feeds/6515306759801331668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14537921&amp;postID=6515306759801331668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/6515306759801331668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/6515306759801331668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/2011/06/san-ka-dito.html' title='san ka dito?'/><author><name>pugkorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593596596369856443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IMna4oti0/Tglqtd51AeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8Xs64z1A2k/s220/230225_1812057380409_1209256492_31881522_2795944_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921.post-8974972496589830337</id><published>2011-06-28T15:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T15:57:38.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>playing dumb or really dumb</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="clearfix"&gt;&lt;div class="mbs uiHeaderSubTitle lfloat fsm fwn fcg"&gt;Sunday, February 20, 2011 at 9:41pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so you did it again. one is enough, two is too much, three is poison.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i pity not you, but the people around you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;you think your moves are so smooth? NOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;your game is to take advantage of the goodness of people around you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;your telling people that they are messed up, why dont you look at yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;your a disease, make a change brah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i may be quiet, but i know a lot of things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i know everything coz im not dumb and stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;your sick. you dont wanna ruin anyone's life but your doin it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so what's your point of doing this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;grow up, choose who you wanna play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;stupid that you think you can play everyone by telling the wrong story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;making you as a good person and other look shit in order to hide your rotten intensions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;you really dont RESPECT the people around you especially the people who did nothing to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;oh well stupid that people really dig in to your fucking stories and lies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;you've been treated as a good friend but i guess you dont know what that word means.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i think by now, your laughing at me coz im different, but the truth is, im laughing at all of you coz your all the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;im really laughing out my ass by now. HAHAHAHAHA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-8974972496589830337?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/feeds/8974972496589830337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14537921&amp;postID=8974972496589830337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/8974972496589830337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/8974972496589830337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/2011/06/playing-dumb-or-really-dumb.html' title='playing dumb or really dumb'/><author><name>pugkorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593596596369856443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IMna4oti0/Tglqtd51AeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8Xs64z1A2k/s220/230225_1812057380409_1209256492_31881522_2795944_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921.post-8145441712991675077</id><published>2011-06-28T15:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T15:56:48.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ang kasama</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="clearfix"&gt;&lt;div class="mbs uiHeaderSubTitle lfloat fsm fwn fcg"&gt;Saturday, February 19, 2011 at 5:08am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay talaga kasama ung mga taong marunong magisip.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;pero dapat may halong pang unawa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;mas gusto ko kasama ung WALANG ISIP PERO MAY PANG UNAWA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;kesa sa MAY ISIP PERO WALANG PANG UNAWA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;mejo napansin ko lang naman.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;matalino ka nga, hindi ka naman makaintindi.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;parang minemorize mo lang ung speech mo pero hindi mo alam kung anu ung speech mo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;digs???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-8145441712991675077?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/feeds/8145441712991675077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14537921&amp;postID=8145441712991675077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/8145441712991675077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/8145441712991675077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/2011/06/ang-kasama.html' title='ang kasama'/><author><name>pugkorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593596596369856443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IMna4oti0/Tglqtd51AeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8Xs64z1A2k/s220/230225_1812057380409_1209256492_31881522_2795944_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921.post-3797838169351616943</id><published>2011-06-28T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T15:27:08.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crossing lines</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="clearfix"&gt;&lt;div class="mbs uiHeaderSubTitle lfloat fsm fwn fcg"&gt; Thursday, February 17, 2011 at 5:03am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;simple question:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt; WHAT MADE THEM CROSS THAT LINE???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;simple  pero para sakin napaka komplikadong isipin. anu nga ba ang dahilan at  nagagawa ng isang tao na gawin ang bagay na hindi kaaya ayang gawin.  lalo na't alam mong may masasagasaan kang tao makuha mo lang ang gusto  mo o gawin ang gusto mo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;madaming sitwasyon na pwedeng ihalimbawa sa tanong na yan:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pumatay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mangholdap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mangrape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;carnap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;kidnapp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bumomba sa kung saang mataong lugar etc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pero,  ang mga eto ay madaling matukoy ang kasagutan, ndi nagopapakomplikado  sa utak. dahil ipinapahayag nila ang nais na mangyare sa kanila at sa  pang lahatan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;eh pano kung ganito naman ang sitwasyon (eto ang mga bagay na ndi ko maintindihan):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DRUGS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mang backstab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;underground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tumetake advantage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nanchichix kaht meron na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lumusot kaht huli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;gawin uli lahat ng nakasulat sa itaas kapag napatawad na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CRAB MENTALITY (hilahan pababa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ayaw tanggapin ang opinyon ng iba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;at marami pa, wag na lang ung iba hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;simple  lang tong mga sitwasyon pero bakit kaya nila nagagawa yan? lalo na kung  alam mo namang walang ginagawang masama sayo ang isang individual o  komunidad. lalo na kung hindi mo talaga kilala ang isang individual or  komunidad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nakakalungkot pero parte yan ng buhay na  makulay. ang saya lang din ng madami kang nalalaman sa pag oobserba,  lalo na kung ang alam nila wala kang alam haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-3797838169351616943?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/feeds/3797838169351616943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14537921&amp;postID=3797838169351616943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/3797838169351616943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/3797838169351616943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/2011/06/crossing-lines.html' title='crossing lines'/><author><name>pugkorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593596596369856443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IMna4oti0/Tglqtd51AeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8Xs64z1A2k/s220/230225_1812057380409_1209256492_31881522_2795944_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921.post-4431942988106400606</id><published>2011-06-28T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T15:21:52.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hindi nakakasawang ulitin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="clearfix"&gt;&lt;div class="mbs uiHeaderSubTitle lfloat fsm fwn fcg"&gt;Tuesday, February 15, 2011 at 5:01am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;biglaang yayaan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yayaan na ndi biglaan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dating pwesto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bagong pwesto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pero dating lugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;may iniinom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;walang iniinom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mahabang kwentuhan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sandaling kwentuhan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;masayang kwentuhan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;malunkot na kwentuhan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;makulit na kwentuhan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;uwi ng maaga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;uwi ng ndi maaga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;uwi ng umaga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sandali.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;matagal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ndi natutuloy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;malinaw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;malabo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;kape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;alak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;kain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;linggo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lunes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;martes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;miyekules.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;huwebes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BEERNESS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sabado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lumang kasama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bagong kasama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ayaw kasama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ok lang basta ikaw ang kasama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ewan ang saya lang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;gusto ko to. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-4431942988106400606?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/feeds/4431942988106400606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14537921&amp;postID=4431942988106400606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/4431942988106400606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/4431942988106400606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/2011/06/hindi-nakakasawang-ulitin.html' title='hindi nakakasawang ulitin'/><author><name>pugkorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593596596369856443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IMna4oti0/Tglqtd51AeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8Xs64z1A2k/s220/230225_1812057380409_1209256492_31881522_2795944_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921.post-2466613765585706189</id><published>2011-06-28T15:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T15:00:41.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>learning process</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="clearfix"&gt;&lt;div class="mbs uiHeaderSubTitle lfloat fsm fwn fcg"&gt;Thursday, February 10, 2011 at 6:24am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is always better to have no ideas than false ones&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;to believe nothing, than to believe what is wrong. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-2466613765585706189?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/feeds/2466613765585706189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14537921&amp;postID=2466613765585706189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/2466613765585706189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/2466613765585706189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/2011/06/learning-process.html' title='learning process'/><author><name>pugkorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593596596369856443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IMna4oti0/Tglqtd51AeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8Xs64z1A2k/s220/230225_1812057380409_1209256492_31881522_2795944_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921.post-8276535601644824770</id><published>2011-06-28T14:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T15:00:06.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ah eh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="clearfix"&gt;&lt;div class="mbs uiHeaderSubTitle lfloat fsm fwn fcg"&gt;Saturday, February 5, 2011 at 9:03pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;talaga nga naman!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;un lang!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;buti may nag aalala pa sakin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;hahahahahahahahahahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;akala akala akala&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;siguro siguro siguro&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;baka baka baka&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;sa simula wala naman akong karapatan mag gagaganito eh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;pero pansarili ko na lang siguro to&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;at mukang masaya ka na sa nangyayayre dba&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;binuhos na lahat ng malas at kasakitan sakin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;minsan mapapaisip na lang talaga&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;mas mahirap kung mararamdaman mo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;eto ang isang bagay na hindi ko kayang malimutan at mapapasan ko to sa mahabang panahon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;eh ganon talaga eh masakit eh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;may magagawa ka ba para tanggalin to&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;malamang siguro ung COMFORTING LIES ang magandang paraan kesa naman sa HURTFUL TRUTH&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;pinaglaban ko na hindi ka ganun sa mdaming tao na naiinis sayo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ngayon hindi ko alam panu pa kita ipaglalaban&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAGIGING TAPAT KA BA SAKIN KUNG IPAPAALAM KO SAYO ANG LAHAT NG ALAM KO?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;malamang hindi at malamang paninindigan mo yan habang buhay&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;wala na akong mukhang maiharap&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;pinasok ko to kaya ganun siguro&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;sana masaya ka na sa kanya&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;wala naman akong dating dun eh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;hirap lalo na kung pinagmukha kang tanga ng lahat ng tao sa paigid mo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ibang storya ang binibitawan pero iisa ang katotohanan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;totoo naman lahat ng alam ko bakit ipinagkait sakin ung totoo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;kung nasabi mo masakit syempre, kung hindi at malalaman ko mas lalong masakit&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;halata namang gusto mo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;pero bakit iba ang kwento mo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;anu ba ang punto mo para magmukha akong tanga&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;pero sa totoo tama naman eh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;dapat bang hindi ko alam&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;tingin ko naman bilang kaibigan ninyong dalawa dapat alam ko diba&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;para alam ko saan ako lulugar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;isalaysay ko pa ba?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;sige kaht konti lang&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;masaya ka nung kaarawan mo dahil sa nangyare sa pag uwi mo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;araw araw nasa inyo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;bike skateboard lakad&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;dyan din natutulog&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;nakakaselos pero wala ako sa lugar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ni hindi ko alam san ako lulugar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;panu kaya to&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;lalayo na lang siguro ako tutal malamang lamang wala ka rin naman pake kung anu mangyare sakin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;dahil kung meron kang pake sana ndi ka nagsinungaling sakin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;mga tinginan nyo sa malayo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;hindi naman ako tanga at mangmang para ndi makita ang mga nangyayare at ibahin mo ko sa pag oobserba&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;anu ba naramdaman mo nung nalaman mong may iba sya at may anak sya&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;nasaktan ka ba at kung oo bakit mahal mo na sya&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;kaya lang mali ata ung tadhana para sa inyong dalawa eh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ok lang un. nangyare na eh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;nawala na ko sa eksena&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;kaht lage tayong magkasama parang may pader na humihiwalay satin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ang hirap nito di ko naman pinipilit na gustohin mo ko&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;pero bat ganito para akong tinapakan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;harap harapan ko pa nakita na magpapatunay ng lahat&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;naiinis ako. bakit ka ba nya niloloko&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;bakit kailangan nyang ipagkaila na meron syang iba&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ikaw tuloy ang lumalabas na masama&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;sana alam mo ang nararamdaman ko tuwing sinasabihan ka nila ng masama.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;sana alam mo kaya ako nagagalit, hindi dahil sa mga ginagawa nyo, kung hindi dahil baka dumating ang panahon ikaw ang mapahamak.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;sana alam mo na hindi ako makasarili hindi ko kasi alam panu ko sasabihin lahat ito sayo ng hindi nag aalangan na mawala ka eh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;WALA NAMAN AKONG KARAPATAN DIBA DIBA DIBA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ndi nakakaramdam ang isip&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ndi nakakaisip ang pakiramdam&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;sige na nga!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;hindi na mapigilan ang ganun!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;kung gs2, gs2! kung ayaw, gs2 pa rin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;stupidity bites!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;reality bites!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-8276535601644824770?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/feeds/8276535601644824770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14537921&amp;postID=8276535601644824770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/8276535601644824770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/8276535601644824770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/2011/06/ah-eh.html' title='ah eh'/><author><name>pugkorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593596596369856443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IMna4oti0/Tglqtd51AeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8Xs64z1A2k/s220/230225_1812057380409_1209256492_31881522_2795944_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921.post-6778698794436540594</id><published>2011-06-28T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T14:39:32.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dahil tangap ko na akoy isang tao, lalake, at hindi perpekto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="clearfix"&gt;&lt;div class="mbs uiHeaderSubTitle lfloat fsm fwn fcg"&gt;Tuesday, February 1, 2011 at 2:14pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sa sarili kong karanasan, sa mga nakikita, na-oobserbahan, nararamdaman, nalalaman:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;akala ko noon, pag kontento ka ay kalmado kana, at pag kalmado ka na ay kontento ka na. pre mahaba habang diskursuhan yan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sa pansariling opinyon na alam naman nating marami ang tutol LOL:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ang pag kakontento ay ang pagkakaroon ng isang bagay na ikanatutuwa mo dahil meron ka nito at hindi ka na hahanap ng iba pa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ang  pag ka-kalmado ay ang hindi pagkakaroon ng mga bagay na gusto mo ngunit  ikinatutuwa mo at ndi ka nagmamadali, nag aatubili, at naghahanap ng  bagay na wala ka. masaya ka sa mga bagay na wala ka na hindi mo  maiintindihan minsan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;san ka dyan sir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-6778698794436540594?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/feeds/6778698794436540594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14537921&amp;postID=6778698794436540594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/6778698794436540594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/6778698794436540594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/2011/06/dahil-tangap-ko-na-akoy-isang-tao.html' title='dahil tangap ko na akoy isang tao, lalake, at hindi perpekto'/><author><name>pugkorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593596596369856443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IMna4oti0/Tglqtd51AeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8Xs64z1A2k/s220/230225_1812057380409_1209256492_31881522_2795944_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921.post-2978942104022062506</id><published>2011-06-28T14:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T14:37:18.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not the end of the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="clearfix"&gt;&lt;div class="mbs uiHeaderSubTitle lfloat fsm fwn fcg"&gt;Sunday, January 23, 2011 at 12:20am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;sabi nila umiikot daw mundo ko sayo?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ndi rin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;panu ko paiikutin ung mundo ko,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;eh wala ako nun,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;dahil sya ang mundo ko!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LOL!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-2978942104022062506?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/feeds/2978942104022062506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14537921&amp;postID=2978942104022062506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/2978942104022062506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/2978942104022062506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/2011/06/not-end-of-world.html' title='not the end of the world'/><author><name>pugkorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593596596369856443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IMna4oti0/Tglqtd51AeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8Xs64z1A2k/s220/230225_1812057380409_1209256492_31881522_2795944_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921.post-5722416221552547406</id><published>2011-06-28T14:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T14:36:41.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>simulan na!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="clearfix"&gt;&lt;div class="mbs uiHeaderSubTitle lfloat fsm fwn fcg"&gt;Monday, January 10, 2011 at 9:15pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Malamang  iisipin mong muka akong tanga, pero sa totoo lang madami na kong  panaginip na nagkakatotoo, at mangilang ngilan lang ang pinagkekwentuhan  ko nito, ung may mga malalawak na pang unawa. Literal na nagkakatotoo.  Hindi ko na kailangan isa isahin pa, minsan nakakatuwa, mas madalas  nakakakaba kasi hindi mo alam kung alin dun ang magkakatotoo at hindi.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pero  sa oras na to sa tingin ko eh kumbinsido na ko na parang ipinapakita  nito ang mangyayari sa hinaharap. Minsan matagal bago ko malaman na  nagkatotoo na pala, minsan nandyan agad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At halos karamihan eh nagkakatotoo talaga, nagugulat na lang ako at nasasabi ko na napanaginipan ko na ung mga bagay na un.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gaya  na lang kagabi, nanaginip na naman ako. Hindi ko na rin kailangan  sabihin pa kung anu un. Tapos kaninang umaga may naresib akong text, at  ang nilalaman nun eh ung nangyare sa panaginip ko na mamaya palang  mangyayare sa reyalidad!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;KATAKOT MEN!!! :|&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-5722416221552547406?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/feeds/5722416221552547406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14537921&amp;postID=5722416221552547406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/5722416221552547406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/5722416221552547406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/2011/06/simulan-na.html' title='simulan na!'/><author><name>pugkorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593596596369856443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IMna4oti0/Tglqtd51AeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8Xs64z1A2k/s220/230225_1812057380409_1209256492_31881522_2795944_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921.post-384731591502719700</id><published>2011-06-28T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T14:35:06.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reality bites</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="clearfix"&gt;&lt;div class="mbs uiHeaderSubTitle lfloat fsm fwn fcg"&gt;Sunday, January 2, 2011 at 8:35pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;" class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;what happen in 2010 remains in the year 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but something's wrong, or just something's not right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to much thinking can kill. zzzzzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;its not 2011 who makes me, but it is me who will make 2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;il just enjoy and appreciate everything that comes in, either good things or bad things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-384731591502719700?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/feeds/384731591502719700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14537921&amp;postID=384731591502719700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/384731591502719700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/384731591502719700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/2011/06/reality-bites.html' title='reality bites'/><author><name>pugkorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593596596369856443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IMna4oti0/Tglqtd51AeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8Xs64z1A2k/s220/230225_1812057380409_1209256492_31881522_2795944_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921.post-8029034384472752730</id><published>2011-06-28T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T14:34:03.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>uhhhh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="clearfix"&gt;&lt;div class="mbs uiHeaderSubTitle lfloat fsm fwn fcg"&gt;Wednesday, December 29, 2010 at 3:12am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2011 surprise me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;odd number na naman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-8029034384472752730?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/feeds/8029034384472752730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14537921&amp;postID=8029034384472752730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/8029034384472752730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/8029034384472752730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/2011/06/uhhhh.html' title='uhhhh'/><author><name>pugkorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593596596369856443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IMna4oti0/Tglqtd51AeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8Xs64z1A2k/s220/230225_1812057380409_1209256492_31881522_2795944_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921.post-3279933741997939446</id><published>2011-06-28T14:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T14:33:24.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chuck norris sir!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qx0KhUrSAdE/Tgl1qOUDMPI/AAAAAAAAAA8/QO7At__kRBM/s1600/chuck-norris-magic-the-gathering-ca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qx0KhUrSAdE/Tgl1qOUDMPI/AAAAAAAAAA8/QO7At__kRBM/s320/chuck-norris-magic-the-gathering-ca.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623154978005922034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, December 16, 2010 at 3:13am&lt;p&gt;Chuck Norris'          tears cure cancer. Too bad he has never cried.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chuck Norris counted          to infinity - twice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chuck  Norris does          not hunt because the word hunting infers the  probability of failure. Chuck          Norris goes killing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If  you can see          Chuck Norris, he can see you. If you can't see  Chuck Norris you may be          only seconds away from death.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chuck  Norris sold          his soul to the devil for his rugged good looks  and unparalleled martial          arts ability. Shortly after the  transaction was finalized, Chuck roundhouse          kicked the devil in  the face and took his soul back. The devil, who appreciates           irony, couldn't stay mad and admitted he should have seen it coming.  They          now play poker every second Wednesday of the month.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When the Boogeyman          goes to sleep every night he checks his closet for Chuck Norris.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;07&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chuck  Norris built          a time machine and went back in time to stop the  JFK assassination. As          Oswald shot, Chuck Norris met all three  bullets with his beard, deflecting          them. JFK's head exploded  out of sheer amazement.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chuck Norris has          already been to Mars; that's why there are no signs of life there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They once made          a Chuck Norris toilet paper, but it wouldn't take shit from anybody.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A  blind man once          stepped on Chuck Norris' shoe. Chuck replied,  "Don't you know who          I am? I'm Chuck Norris!" The mere mention  of his name cured this          man blindness. Sadly the first, last,  and only thing this man ever saw,          was a fatal roundhouse  delivered by Chuck Norris.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chuck Norris is          1/8th Cherokee. This has nothing to do with ancestry, the man ate a fucking          Indian.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There            is no chin behind Chuck Norris' beard. There is only another fist.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In  fine print          on the last page of the Guinness Book of World  Records it notes that all          world records are held by Chuck  Norris, and those listed in the book are          simply the closest  anyone else has ever gotten.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The chief export          of Chuck Norris is pain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chuck Norris is          currently suing NBC, claiming Law and Order are trademarked names for          his left and right legs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Great Wall          of China was originally created to keep Chuck Norris out. It failed misserably.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Crop circles are          Chuck Norris' way of telling the world that sometimes corn needs to lie          the fuck down.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chuck  Norris once          commented, "There are few problems in this world  that cannot be solved          by a swift roundhouse kick to the face.  In fact, there are none."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chuck Norris once           ate an entire ream of rice paper and shat out origami swans and  Mister          Miyagi from Karate Kid.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chuck  Norris          is ten feet tall, weighs two-tons, breathes fire, and  could eat a hammer          and take a shotgun blast standing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chuck Norris is          a man of few words. Chuck Norris is not a man of few roundhouse kicks          to the face.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Four Horsemen          of the Apocalypse actually live in Chuck Norris's nutsack.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When  observing          a Chuck Norris roundhouse kick in slow motion, one  finds that Chuck Norris          actually rapes his victim in the ass,  smokes a cigarette with Dennis Leary,          and then roundhouse kicks  them in the face.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chuck Norris put           humpty dumpty back together again, only to roundhouse kick him in the           face. Later Chuck dined on scrambled eggs with all the king's  horses and          all the king's men. The king himself could not  attend for unspecified          reasons. Coincidentally, the autopsoy  revealed the cause of death to be          a roundhouse kick to the  face. There is only one King.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When Chuck  Norris          played golf for money, chuck marked down a hole in 0  every time, a pro          at the golf club, said to Chuck: "excuse me  sir, but you cant score          zero on a hole". Chuck Norris turned  towards the man and said, im          Chuck Norris, the man then  proceeded to pour gas over his body and set          himself on fire  because that would be less painful than getting roundhouse           kicked by Chuck Norris, Chuck Norris roundhouse kicked him in the face           anyways.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chuck Norris made Ellen Degeneres straight.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chuck Norris kicked          Neo out of Zion , now Neo is "The Two"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chuck Norris'          iPod came with a real charger instead of just a USB cord&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chuck Norris knows          where Carmen Sandiego is.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rudolph  has a          red nose because he got lippy and Chuck Norris  roundhouse kicked him across          the face several times&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;China  was once          bordering the United States, until Chuck Norris  roundhouse kicked it all          the way through the Earth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chuck Norris is          what Willis was talking about&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you have five          dollars and Chuck Norris has five dollars, Chuck Norris has more money          than you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chuck  Norris sent          Jesus a birthday card on December 25th and it  wasn't Jesus’ birthday.          Jesus was to scared to correct Chuck  Norris and to this day December 25th          is known as Jesus'  birthday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When Chuck Norris          had surgery, the anesthesia was applied to the doctors.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chuck Norris once          broke the land speed record on a bicycle that was missing its chain and          the back tire.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chuck Norris once          kicked a baby elephant into puberty&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Multiple people          have died from Chuck Norris giving them the finger.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chuck  Norris once          tried to wear glasses. The result was him seeing  around the world to the          point where he was looking at the back  of his own head.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pee Wee Herman          got  arrested for masturbating in public. The same day, Chuck Norris got           an award for masturbating in public.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Once  a grizzly          bear threatened to eat Chuck Norris. Chuck showed  the bear his fist and          the bear proceeded to eat himself,  because it would be the less painful          way to die.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If Chuck Norris          is late, time better slow the fuck down&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chuck  Norris sleeps          with a night light. Not because Chuck Norris is  afraid of the dark, but          the dark is afraid of Chuck Norris&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chuck Norris can          touch MC Hammer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chuck Norris ordered          a Big Mac at Burger King, and got one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chuck Norris always          has sex on the first date. Always.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A  Handicap parking          sign does not signify that this spot is for  handicapped people. It is          actually in fact a warning, that the  spot belongs to Chuck Norris and          that you will be handicapped  if you park there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chuck Norris frequently          donates blood to the Red Cross. Just never his own.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There is no such          thing as tornados. Chuck Norris just hates trailer parks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chuck  Norris never          cries, because of this when he's sad he  roundhouse kicks himself and it          makes him feel better since he  knows he is the only one who can survive          the roundhouse.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chuck Norris does          not procreate, he breeds&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When  asked what          type of vehicle he drives, Chuck Norris responded  slyly with "Don't          you mean what kind of vehicle drives me?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chuck  Norris'          evil twin brother, Richard Simmons, once approached  Chuck with the hope          of reconciliation, but at the sight of  Richard's curly, well kept hair,          Chuck Norris became so enraged  that he turned green with hate and ripped          Richard Simmons arms  and legs off. This action was the origin of the Marvel          Comic  badass, The Incredible Hulk.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chuck Norris  doesn't          worry about changing his clock twice a year for  daylight savings time.          The sun rises and sets when Chuck tells  it to.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chuck Norris only          masturbates to pictures of Chuck Norris.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Filming  on location          for Walker: Texas Ranger, Chuck Norris brought a  stillborn baby lamb back          to life by giving it a prolonged beard  rub. Shortly after the farm animal          sprang back to life and a  crowd had gathered, Chuck Norris roundhouse          kicked the animal,  breaking its neck, to remind the crew once more that          Chuck  giveth, and the good Chuck, he taketh away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chuck  Norris was          the fourth Wiseman. He brought baby Jesus the gift  of “beard”.          Jesus wore it proudly to his dying day. The other  Wisemen, jealous of          Jesus’ obvious gift favoritism, used their  combined influence to          have Chuck omitted from the Bible.  Shortly after all three died of roundhouse          kick related deaths.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chuck  Norris used          live ammunition during all shoot-outs. When a  director once said he couldn’t,          he replied, “Of course I can,  I’m Chuck Norris,” and roundhouse          kicked him in the face.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If  paper beats          rock, rock beats scissors, and scissors beats  paper, what beats all 3          at the same time? Answer: Chuck Norris.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When  his martial          arts prowess fails to resolve a situation, Chuck  Norris plays dead. When          playing dead doesn’t work, he plays  zombie.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Although it is          not common  knowledge, there are actually three sides to the Force: the           light side, the dark side, and Chuck Norris.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Scientists  used          to believe that diamond was the world’s hardest  substance. But then          they met Chuck Norris, who gave them a  roundhouse kick to the face so          hard, and with so much heat and  pressure, that the scientists turned into          artificial Chuck  Norris.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God offered Chuck          Norris the gift to fly, which he swiftly declined for super strength roundhouse          ability.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When  Chuck Norris          was denied a Bacon McMuffin at McDonalds because  it was 10:35, he roundhouse          kicked the store so hard it became a  KFC.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chuck Norris drinks          napalm to quell his heartburn.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A  duck’s          quack does not echo. Chuck Norris is solely responsible  for this phenomenon.          When asked why he will simply stare at  you, grimly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chuck Norris once           tried to defeat Garry Kasparov in a game of chess. When Norris lost, he           won in life by roundhouse kicking Kasparov in the side of the  face.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chuck Norris’          roundhouse kick is so powerful, it can be seen from outer space by the          naked eye.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chuck Norris doesn’t          believe in Germany.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you want a          list of Chuck Norris’ enemies, just check the extinct species list.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chuck Norris has          never blinked in his entire life. Never.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chuck Norris doesn’t          need to swallow when eating food.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If Superman and          The Flash were to race to the edge of space you know who would win? Chuck          Norris.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chuck Norris eats          transformer toys in vehicle mode and poos them out transformed into a          robot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ironically, Chuck          Norris’ hidden talent is invisibility.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chuck  Norris owns          the greatest poker face of all-time. It helped him  win the 1983 world          series of poker despite him holding just a  joker, a 2 of clubs, a 7 of          spades, and a green number 4 from  Uno and a monopoly ‘get out of          jail free’ card.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chuck Norris invented          water.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chuck  Norris invented          a language that incorporates karate and  roundhouse kicks. So next time          Chuck Norris is kicking your  ass, don’t be offended or hurt, he may          be just trying to tell  you he likes your hat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chuck Norris went           looking for a bar but couldn’t find one. He walked to a vacant lot           and sat there. Sure enough within an hour an a half someone  constructed          a bar around him. He then ordered a shot, drank it,  and then burned the          place to the ground. Chuck Norris yelled  over the roar of the flames,          “always leave things the way you  found em!”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One time while          sparring  with Wolverine, Chuck Norris accidentally lost his left testicle.           You might be familiar with it to this very day by its technical term:           Jupiter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chuck Norris is          Luke Skywalker’s real father.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Contrary  to popular          belief, Chuck Norris, not the box jellyfish of  northern Australia, is          the most venomous creature on earth.  Within 3 minutes of being bitten,          a human being experiences the  following symptoms: fever, blurred vision,          beard rash,  tightness of the jeans, and the feeling of being repeatedly           kicked through a car windshield.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chuck  Norris does          not use spell check. If he happens to misspell a  word, Oxford will simply          change the actual spelling of it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Before  science          was invented it was once believed that autumn occurred  when Chuck Norris          roundhouse kicked every tree in existence.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In  the original          pilot for Star Trek Next Generation, Chuck Norris  can be seen powering          the USS Enterprise warp drive with his  roundhouse kicks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chuck Norris isn’t          lactose intolerant. He just doesn’t put up with lactose’s shit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chuck Norris doesn’t          eat. Rather he kicks ass until he’s full.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Scientists  in          Washington have recently conceded that, if there were a  nuclear war, all          that would remain are cockroaches and Chuck  Norris.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chuck Norris once          threated  to sue Burger King because they refused to make it his way. When           asked what “his way” detailed, he replied: “with barbed          wire  and nails, of course”. He then roundhouse kicked the reporter           for even asking.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chuck Norris never          “gets laid”, rather: “laid gets Chuck”.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Playgirl  magazine          once asked Chuck Norris to appear naked in an issue,  Chuck laughed at          the opporunity saying “there isn’t enough  paper in the world          to contain my bearded member”. He then  killed the editors simply          by unzipping his pants.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Helen Keller’s          favorite color is Chuck Norris&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chuck Norris once          walked down the street with a massive erection. There we no survivors.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When  Chuck Norris’s          wife burned the turkey one Thanksgiving, Chuck  said, “Don’t          worry about it honey,” and went into his backyard.  He came back five          minutes later with a live turkey, ate it  whole, and when he threw it up          a few seconds later it was fully  cooked and came with cranberry sauce.          When his wife asked him  how he had done it, he gave her a roundhouse kick          to the face  and said, “Never question Chuck Norris.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chuck Norris doesnt          have AIDS but he gives it to people anyway.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When you open          a can of whoop-ass, Chuck Norris jumps out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On  June 7th 1994,          Chuck Norris entered the same restaurant  supermodel Cindy Crawford was          eating at. Instinctively, Cindy  swept everything off the table, threw          herself on it in a fit of  lust, and begged Chuck to ravish her. After          Chuck finished his  beer, he obliged her. When Chuck's magnificent lead          sperm  cannoned into Cindy's womb it went straight to one of her ovaries           and roared, "Which one of you servile wenches thinks you can handle           getting split&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;open by the Chuck!?" All of the eggs cowered  in the corner. The same          thing happened at the other ovary. "I  didn't fucking think so!"          shouted the lead sperm which then  lead the rest of the troops back into          Chuck's balls. Chuck  pulled out; roundhouse kicked Cindy in the face and          told her,  "Don't ever waste my time again."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chuck Norris can          piss into gale force winds.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are no disabled          people. Only people who have met Chuck Norris.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chuck  Norris won          'Jumanji' without ever saying the word. He simply  beat the living shit          out of everything that was thrown at him,  and the game forfeited.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chuck Norris once           bet NASA he could survive re-entry without a spacesuit. On July  19th,          1999, a naked Chuck Norris re-entered the earth's  atmosphere, streaking          over 14 states and reaching a temperature  of 3000 degrees. An embarrassed          NASA publicly claimed it was&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;a meteor, and still owes him a beer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chuck Norris got          a perfect score on his SAT's, simply by writing Chuck Norris for every          answer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aliens do exist.          They're just waiting for Chuck Norris to die before they attack.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chuck  Norris once          ate three 72 oz. steaks in one hour. He spent the  first 45 minutes having          sex with his waitress.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After  much debate,          President Truman decided to drop the atomic bomb  on Hiroshima rather than          the alternative of sending Chuck  Norris. It was more "humane".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chuck Norris doesn't          see dead people. He makes people dead.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chuck  Norris once          went to a frat party, and proceeded to roundhouse  every popped collar          in sight. He then trank three kegs and shat  on their floor, just because          he's Chuck Norris.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chuck  Norris found          out about Conan O'Brien's lever that shows clips  from "Walker: Texas          Ranger" and is working on a way to make it  show clips of Norris having          sex with Conan's wife.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chuck  Norris doesn't          have normal white blood cells like you and I.  His have a small black ring          around them. This signifies that  they are black belts in every form of          martial arts and they  roundhouse kick the shit out of viruses. That's          why Chuck  Norris never gets ill.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chuck Norris's           girlfriend once asked him how much wood a woodchuck could chuck if a  woodchuck          could chuck wood. He then shouted, "HOW DARE YOU  RHYME IN THE PRESENCE          OF CHUCK NORRIS!" and ripped out her  throat. Holding his girlfriend's          bloody throat in his hand he  bellowed, "Don't fuck with Chuck!"          Two years and five months  later he realized the irony of this statement          and laughed so  hard that anyone within a hundred mile radius of the blast          went  deaf.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-3279933741997939446?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/feeds/3279933741997939446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14537921&amp;postID=3279933741997939446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/3279933741997939446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/3279933741997939446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/2011/06/chuck-norris-sir.html' title='chuck norris sir!'/><author><name>pugkorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593596596369856443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IMna4oti0/Tglqtd51AeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8Xs64z1A2k/s220/230225_1812057380409_1209256492_31881522_2795944_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qx0KhUrSAdE/Tgl1qOUDMPI/AAAAAAAAAA8/QO7At__kRBM/s72-c/chuck-norris-magic-the-gathering-ca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921.post-4313136291049457478</id><published>2011-06-28T14:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T14:30:29.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>meron hindi ayaw marami</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="clearfix"&gt;&lt;div class="mbs uiHeaderSubTitle lfloat fsm fwn fcg"&gt;Thursday, December 16, 2010 at 2:43am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;" class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;meron ka ngang kama, hindi mo naman matulugan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;meron ka ngang bahay, hindi ka naman makauwi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;meron ka ngang kotse, hindi mo naman mapaandar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;meron ka ngang kinakain, hindi ka naman nabubusog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;meron ka ngang pera, ayaw mo naman gastusin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;meron ka ngang malaking sweldo, zombie ka naman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tae!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mag enjoy lang kasi sa kung anung meron tae!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-4313136291049457478?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/feeds/4313136291049457478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14537921&amp;postID=4313136291049457478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/4313136291049457478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/4313136291049457478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/2011/06/meron-hindi-ayaw-marami.html' title='meron hindi ayaw marami'/><author><name>pugkorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593596596369856443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IMna4oti0/Tglqtd51AeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8Xs64z1A2k/s220/230225_1812057380409_1209256492_31881522_2795944_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921.post-159040432414083334</id><published>2011-06-28T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T14:28:04.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sakto lang</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mbs uiHeaderSubTitle lfloat fsm fwn fcg"&gt;Thursday, November 11, 2010 at 4:23am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"kung hindi ka kunteto sa mga bagay na meron ka ngayon, ndi ka sasaya mga bagay na pwede ka pang magkaroon."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;kung gs2 mo ng kung anu anung shit, simplehan mo lang at naaayon sa iyong pag ka kuntento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ok  na ko sa skateboard, work, family, kaibigan, barkada, tropa, kaaway,  kagalit, assumings, bakstabbers, ditchers, beer, pulutan, night outs,  out of towns, pagkain, tulog, gising, dagat, umaga, hapon, gabi, ukay,  yosi, karenderya, street foods, walkaton, laughtrip, hitch,.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ke me pera ke wala nagagaw ko ito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;maarte lang masyado ung mga taong ndi masaya sa kung anung meron sila.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-159040432414083334?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/feeds/159040432414083334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14537921&amp;postID=159040432414083334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/159040432414083334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/159040432414083334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/2011/06/sakto-lang.html' title='sakto lang'/><author><name>pugkorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593596596369856443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IMna4oti0/Tglqtd51AeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8Xs64z1A2k/s220/230225_1812057380409_1209256492_31881522_2795944_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921.post-3856905404776137719</id><published>2011-06-28T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T14:26:13.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i can SEA the horizon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="clearfix"&gt;&lt;div class="mbs uiHeaderSubTitle lfloat fsm fwn fcg"&gt;Friday, October 29, 2010 at 4:06am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;mas ok na walang pera at nasa tabing dagat ka, may skateboard ka, may tropa kang lokal, namumuhay ng simple...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;kesa sa madaming pera pero puro ingay, gulo, polusyon, sakit ng ulo at kung anu anu pang shit meron sa syudad!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-3856905404776137719?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/feeds/3856905404776137719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14537921&amp;postID=3856905404776137719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/3856905404776137719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/3856905404776137719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-can-sea-horizon.html' title='i can SEA the horizon'/><author><name>pugkorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593596596369856443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IMna4oti0/Tglqtd51AeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8Xs64z1A2k/s220/230225_1812057380409_1209256492_31881522_2795944_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921.post-7275542245876863910</id><published>2011-06-28T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T14:25:20.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stop crab mentality</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="clearfix"&gt;&lt;div class="mbs uiHeaderSubTitle lfloat fsm fwn fcg"&gt;Wednesday, October 20, 2010 at 11:11pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-weight: normal;" class="uiHeaderTitle"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;stop crab mentality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;walang patutunguhan yan, kayo kayo din ang mawawasak.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;bzzt!!! :p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-7275542245876863910?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/feeds/7275542245876863910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14537921&amp;postID=7275542245876863910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/7275542245876863910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/7275542245876863910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/2011/06/stop-crab-mentality.html' title='stop crab mentality'/><author><name>pugkorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593596596369856443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IMna4oti0/Tglqtd51AeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8Xs64z1A2k/s220/230225_1812057380409_1209256492_31881522_2795944_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921.post-209681387002604266</id><published>2011-06-28T14:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T14:01:44.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RPGeek (playstation 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="clearfix"&gt;&lt;div class="mbs uiHeaderSubTitle lfloat fsm fwn fcg"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1614866205"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tuesday, September 28, 2010 at 3:02am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;some of my fave games that ive finished and still playing them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Final Fantasy 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Final Fantasy 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Final Fantasy TacticsFinal Fantasy Antology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Castlevanina: Symphony of the Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Star Ocean 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lunar 1 and 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Silent Hill 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Legend of Legaia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Robort Wars 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Resident Evil 2 and 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Front Mission&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Xeno Gears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Suikoden 1 and 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Breath of fire 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tenchu: Stealth Assassin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Brigandine: Legend of Forsena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Wild Arms 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Thousand Arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hehehehe geek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-209681387002604266?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/feeds/209681387002604266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14537921&amp;postID=209681387002604266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/209681387002604266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/209681387002604266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/2011/06/rpgeek-playstation-1.html' title='RPGeek (playstation 1)'/><author><name>pugkorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593596596369856443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IMna4oti0/Tglqtd51AeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8Xs64z1A2k/s220/230225_1812057380409_1209256492_31881522_2795944_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921.post-2288109917156454681</id><published>2011-06-28T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T14:00:15.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>playful ghost</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="clearfix"&gt;&lt;div class="mbs uiHeaderSubTitle lfloat fsm fwn fcg"&gt; Monday, September 27, 2010 at 1:12am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;i sheshare ko lang kaht sabihin mo na nasa utak ko lang, o nag iimbento, o katang isip lang o adik o kung anu man.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;pagkatapos  kumain kagabi mga bandang 9 or 10 nakahiga na ko, tinawag ako ni ermats  at sinabing ligpitin ko ung lamesa, itapon basura, hugasan plato.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ginawa ko na. after nun, inutusan nya akong hanapin ung radyo na chowking (freebie sa chowking na radyo).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hindi ko nakita kaht saan, sa lamesa sa sala, sa hapag kainan, sa sopa, sa kwarto etc.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;dalawa lang naman kami magkasama sa sala at nasa kwarto ang iba at nasa labas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;nung sinabi ni ermats na wag mo na hanapin, syet biglang nasa lamesa na nilinis ko.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;uulitin ko nilinis ko, malaki ung radyo para ndi ko makita doon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;si ermats na hindi gaano naniniwala sa mapaglarong elemento ay kinilabutan na din.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the same happen kannang madaling araw with her eyeglasses :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;weird&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-2288109917156454681?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/feeds/2288109917156454681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14537921&amp;postID=2288109917156454681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/2288109917156454681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/2288109917156454681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/2011/06/playful-ghost.html' title='playful ghost'/><author><name>pugkorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593596596369856443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IMna4oti0/Tglqtd51AeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8Xs64z1A2k/s220/230225_1812057380409_1209256492_31881522_2795944_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921.post-3502300698908373335</id><published>2011-06-28T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T13:57:19.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey ho lets go!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="clearfix"&gt;&lt;div class="mbs uiHeaderSubTitle lfloat fsm fwn fcg"&gt;Wednesday, September 15, 2010 at 10:35pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;h&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ey you, the one who keeps me telling: "nagbago ka na" (negative)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mind this, i aint goin back!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lahat na naman may issues eh, kaso ndi mo pwede dalin ung baggage ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hahaha chumill ka lang, dati ayaw nyo, ngayon ayaw nyo pa rin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hu cares brah? wala ka na pala pake so MYOB!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you know how i do, you know the real story dba? pero saka na lang uli.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you, you and you. your not worth my everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and i think no one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so hopefully this will be the last time na maririnig ko sayo, sa iba at sa lahat. ok???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;simba lang katapat nyan tsong!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;peace out!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-3502300698908373335?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/feeds/3502300698908373335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14537921&amp;postID=3502300698908373335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/3502300698908373335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/3502300698908373335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/2011/06/hey-ho-lets-go.html' title='hey ho lets go!!!'/><author><name>pugkorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593596596369856443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IMna4oti0/Tglqtd51AeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8Xs64z1A2k/s220/230225_1812057380409_1209256492_31881522_2795944_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921.post-7073157150872925518</id><published>2011-06-28T13:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T13:49:39.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NICE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="clearfix"&gt;&lt;div class="mbs uiHeaderSubTitle lfloat fsm fwn fcg"&gt;Sunday, September 12, 2010 at 11:57pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;SKATE???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;NICE!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PARTY???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;NICE!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LETS GO TO A NICE PLACE!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-7073157150872925518?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/feeds/7073157150872925518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14537921&amp;postID=7073157150872925518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/7073157150872925518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/7073157150872925518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/2011/06/nice.html' title='NICE!!!'/><author><name>pugkorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593596596369856443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IMna4oti0/Tglqtd51AeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8Xs64z1A2k/s220/230225_1812057380409_1209256492_31881522_2795944_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921.post-6303529341649206755</id><published>2011-06-28T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T13:49:04.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 x 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="clearfix"&gt;&lt;div class="mbs uiHeaderSubTitle lfloat fsm fwn fcg"&gt;Wednesday, September 1, 2010 at 2:00am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;i was reading an article about clairvoyance and its kinds...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;like WTH??? THIRD EAR???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;weird but hey who knows, maybe i have third nose LOL!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-6303529341649206755?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/feeds/6303529341649206755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14537921&amp;postID=6303529341649206755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/6303529341649206755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/6303529341649206755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/2011/06/3-x-3.html' title='3 x 3'/><author><name>pugkorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593596596369856443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IMna4oti0/Tglqtd51AeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8Xs64z1A2k/s220/230225_1812057380409_1209256492_31881522_2795944_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921.post-4562622312433160559</id><published>2011-06-28T13:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T13:45:35.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="clearfix"&gt;&lt;div class="mbs uiHeaderSubTitle lfloat fsm fwn fcg"&gt; Wednesday, July 21, 2010 at 1:18am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;2001 - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;had my 1st serious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2003 - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;had my life stock on one till 2004&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2005 - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a lower batch catches my attention and made my year&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;unexpected fall on someone that can never be&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a wonderful challenging year yet no clear answers has been made&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011 - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;???&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weird coz all are in odd numbers&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-4562622312433160559?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/feeds/4562622312433160559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14537921&amp;postID=4562622312433160559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/4562622312433160559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/4562622312433160559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/2011/06/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>pugkorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593596596369856443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IMna4oti0/Tglqtd51AeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8Xs64z1A2k/s220/230225_1812057380409_1209256492_31881522_2795944_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921.post-1193191347979726295</id><published>2011-06-28T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T13:43:31.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nakakahiya kayo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="clearfix"&gt;&lt;div class="mbs uiHeaderSubTitle lfloat fsm fwn fcg"&gt; Wednesday, August 25, 2010 at 9:24pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;lalo na yung nag papapicture sa hostage drama scene sa quirino grandstand.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;nakuha pa ngumiti lalo na ung mga etsudyante, malamang wala kayong pake o hindi nyo naabsorb ung lungkot ng senaryo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;mag  alay man lang sana kayo ng kandila, o kahit pag nag daan kayo eh wag  naman kayo magpa picture pwede na yon, masasabi na un na nakiramay kayo  kunyare.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;at ung mga pulis na nag papapicture din, ndi na  nga kayo ang bumanat, nagka leche leche na ang taktika nyo, nakuha pa  mag pa picture sa scene.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;kawawa naman ung mga pinoy na  talaga nakikiramay sa lungkot, nadadamay sila sa mga negatibong komento  tungkol sa mga lecheng nagpapa picture.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;mas makabubuti  pang mag dota na lang kayo kesa mag pa picture doon. at sa mga nag  mamagaling na dapat daw ganito o ganun ang ginawa ng mga pulis, eh mag  counterstrike na lang kayo at dun nyo ilabas ang galing nyo sa taktika.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sige na bida na kayo... sa katangahan. tsk&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="photo photo_left"&gt;&lt;div class="photo_img"&gt;&lt;img class="img" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/41189_1466929765954_1614866205_1164208_4603610_a.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="caption"&gt;yun oh!!! tsk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-1193191347979726295?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/feeds/1193191347979726295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14537921&amp;postID=1193191347979726295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/1193191347979726295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/1193191347979726295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/2011/06/nakakahiya-kayo.html' title='nakakahiya kayo'/><author><name>pugkorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593596596369856443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IMna4oti0/Tglqtd51AeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8Xs64z1A2k/s220/230225_1812057380409_1209256492_31881522_2795944_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921.post-7064319013897362923</id><published>2011-06-28T13:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T13:41:34.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im not afraid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="clearfix"&gt;&lt;div class="mbs uiHeaderSubTitle lfloat fsm fwn fcg"&gt; Tuesday, August 24, 2010 at 6:10am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;" class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I  guess the most important things are the hardest things to say. Don't be  afraid to tell someone what you feel. If you do, they might break your  heart... if you don't, you might break theirs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-7064319013897362923?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/feeds/7064319013897362923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14537921&amp;postID=7064319013897362923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/7064319013897362923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/7064319013897362923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/2011/06/im-not-afraid.html' title='im not afraid'/><author><name>pugkorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593596596369856443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IMna4oti0/Tglqtd51AeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8Xs64z1A2k/s220/230225_1812057380409_1209256492_31881522_2795944_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921.post-335077772852418630</id><published>2011-06-28T13:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T13:40:32.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pencil and imagination</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="clearfix"&gt;&lt;div class="mbs uiHeaderSubTitle lfloat fsm fwn fcg"&gt;Monday, August 16, 2010 at 11:46pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;masarap maging gifted LOL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-335077772852418630?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/feeds/335077772852418630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14537921&amp;postID=335077772852418630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/335077772852418630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/335077772852418630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/2011/06/pencil-and-imagination.html' title='pencil and imagination'/><author><name>pugkorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593596596369856443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IMna4oti0/Tglqtd51AeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8Xs64z1A2k/s220/230225_1812057380409_1209256492_31881522_2795944_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921.post-8276404955689518229</id><published>2011-06-28T13:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T13:39:48.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>choose</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="clearfix"&gt;&lt;div class="mbs uiHeaderSubTitle lfloat fsm fwn fcg"&gt;Tuesday, August 10, 2010 at 7:57am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;which one is hard:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saying something and wish you hadn't&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saying nothing and wish you had&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-8276404955689518229?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/feeds/8276404955689518229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14537921&amp;postID=8276404955689518229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/8276404955689518229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/8276404955689518229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/2011/06/choose.html' title='choose'/><author><name>pugkorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593596596369856443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IMna4oti0/Tglqtd51AeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8Xs64z1A2k/s220/230225_1812057380409_1209256492_31881522_2795944_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921.post-7071960538152186196</id><published>2011-06-28T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T13:39:19.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1, 2 ,3 GO!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="clearfix"&gt;&lt;div class="mbs uiHeaderSubTitle lfloat fsm fwn fcg"&gt;Tuesday, August 3, 2010 at 11:51pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3 simple things before i settle down:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;car&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;house&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be a millionare&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more no less&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-7071960538152186196?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/feeds/7071960538152186196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14537921&amp;postID=7071960538152186196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/7071960538152186196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/7071960538152186196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/2011/06/1-2-3-go.html' title='1, 2 ,3 GO!!!'/><author><name>pugkorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593596596369856443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IMna4oti0/Tglqtd51AeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8Xs64z1A2k/s220/230225_1812057380409_1209256492_31881522_2795944_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921.post-4311776865620574012</id><published>2011-06-28T13:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T13:37:24.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 years...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" class="clearfix"&gt;&lt;div class="mbs uiHeaderSubTitle lfloat fsm fwn fcg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Sunday, June 20, 2010 at 1:58pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;balat mo makinis pa sa balat ng hito...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kasi mas madalas ka pa mag birthday kesa maligo...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taena laughtrip loonie hahahaha!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-4311776865620574012?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/feeds/4311776865620574012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14537921&amp;postID=4311776865620574012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/4311776865620574012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/4311776865620574012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/2011/06/10-years.html' title='10 years...'/><author><name>pugkorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593596596369856443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IMna4oti0/Tglqtd51AeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8Xs64z1A2k/s220/230225_1812057380409_1209256492_31881522_2795944_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921.post-6923683442578362677</id><published>2011-06-28T13:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T13:34:35.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sunday, June 6, 2010 at 9:37pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: times new roman;" class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;im missing a lot of things right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i think its best for me to miss those things for now...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;il get back at ya'll when the time is right...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but one thing is fo sho, im awesome...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-6923683442578362677?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/feeds/6923683442578362677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14537921&amp;postID=6923683442578362677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/6923683442578362677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/6923683442578362677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/2011/06/sunday-june-6-2010-at-937pm-im-missing.html' title=''/><author><name>pugkorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593596596369856443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IMna4oti0/Tglqtd51AeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8Xs64z1A2k/s220/230225_1812057380409_1209256492_31881522_2795944_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921.post-6351768537603964152</id><published>2011-06-28T13:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T13:32:49.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kick push</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="clearfix"&gt;&lt;div class="mbs uiHeaderSubTitle lfloat fsm fwn fcg"&gt; Tuesday, May 18, 2010 at 5:10am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: times new roman;" class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;gusto mo pala ako lumapit eh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edi wag ka lumayo...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gusto mo ko lumayo???&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wag ka ng lumapit...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;digs???&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-6351768537603964152?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/feeds/6351768537603964152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14537921&amp;postID=6351768537603964152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/6351768537603964152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/6351768537603964152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/2011/06/kick-push.html' title='kick push'/><author><name>pugkorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593596596369856443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IMna4oti0/Tglqtd51AeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8Xs64z1A2k/s220/230225_1812057380409_1209256492_31881522_2795944_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921.post-486965281560778595</id><published>2011-06-28T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T13:28:52.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="clearfix"&gt;&lt;div class="mbs uiHeaderSubTitle lfloat fsm fwn fcg"&gt;Wednesday, May 5, 2010 at 3:21am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix"&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas  maganda kung ndi lahat ng bagay na meron sya dapat meron ka din para  mag click kyo, o kaya masabayan mo trip nya, or para lang mahulog loob  mo or loob nya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas maganda kung anu meron ka, wala sya at kung anu wala ka, meron sya, para meron kayong na sheshare sa isa't isa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-486965281560778595?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/feeds/486965281560778595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14537921&amp;postID=486965281560778595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/486965281560778595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/486965281560778595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/2011/06/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>pugkorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593596596369856443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IMna4oti0/Tglqtd51AeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8Xs64z1A2k/s220/230225_1812057380409_1209256492_31881522_2795944_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921.post-8919250929517130625</id><published>2011-06-28T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T13:27:34.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unexpectedly unexpected...</title><content type='html'>Saturday, April 10, 2010 at 10:52pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="clearfix"&gt;&lt;div class="mbs uiHeaderSubTitle lfloat fsm fwn fcg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;" class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix"&gt;&lt;div&gt;a boring friday turns to be something really worth smiling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never thought id see you agen... so soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was surprised wen some girl called my name and then i saw you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha funny coz i said to myself that wen i see you agen il just say hi den bounce...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it didnt turned to be like dat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice seeing you agen... ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-8919250929517130625?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/feeds/8919250929517130625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14537921&amp;postID=8919250929517130625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/8919250929517130625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/8919250929517130625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/2011/06/unexpectedly-unexpected.html' title='unexpectedly unexpected...'/><author><name>pugkorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593596596369856443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IMna4oti0/Tglqtd51AeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8Xs64z1A2k/s220/230225_1812057380409_1209256492_31881522_2795944_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921.post-3356339571545433655</id><published>2011-06-28T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T13:26:22.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE ROLE OF INDUSTRIAL DESIGN IN PRODUCT DEVELOPMENT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="clearfix"&gt;&lt;div class="mbs uiHeaderSubTitle lfloat fsm fwn fcg"&gt; Sunday, January 17, 2010 at 10:18am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE ROLE OF INDUSTRIAL DESIGN IN PRODUCT DEVELOPMENT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Industrial Design is the professional service of creating, and  developing concepts and specifications that optimizes the function,  value and appearance of products and systems for the mutual benefit of  both the user and the manufacturer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Industrial Designers develop these concepts and specifications through  collection, analysis, and synthesis of data guided by the special  requirements of the client and manufacturer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; They are trained to prepare clear and concise recommendations through drawings, models and verbal descriptions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Industrial Design services are often provided within the context of  cooperative working relationships with other members of the development  group. Typical group are Management, Marketing, Engineering and  Production embody all relevant design criteria determined by the group.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; The Industrial Design contribution places emphasis on those aspects of  the product or system that relate most directly to human  characteristics, needs and interests. This contribution requires  understanding of the visual, tactile, safety and convenience criteria  with concern for the user.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Education of experience, in anticipating psychological, physiological  and sociological factors that influence the perception of the user and  essential industrial design resources.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; In addition to supplying concepts, for products and systems, Industrial  Designers are often retained for consultation in a variety of problems,  that have to do with the client's image, such assignments include  product and organization identity systems, development of communications  systems, interior space planning, exhibit design, advertising devices,  packaging design among many others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Their expertise is sought in a wide variety of administrative arenas to  assist in developing industrial standards, regulating guidelines and  quality control procedures to improve manufacturing operations and  products.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Industrial Designers as professionals are guided by their awareness of  obligations to fulfill contractual responsibilities to clients, to  protect public safety and well being to respect the environment. And to  observe ethical business&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="photo photo_left"&gt;&lt;div class="photo_img"&gt;&lt;img class="img" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/19536_1249987462532_1614866205_667617_208337_a.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-3356339571545433655?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/feeds/3356339571545433655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14537921&amp;postID=3356339571545433655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/3356339571545433655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/3356339571545433655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/2011/06/role-of-industrial-design-in-product.html' title='THE ROLE OF INDUSTRIAL DESIGN IN PRODUCT DEVELOPMENT'/><author><name>pugkorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593596596369856443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IMna4oti0/Tglqtd51AeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8Xs64z1A2k/s220/230225_1812057380409_1209256492_31881522_2795944_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921.post-6807377201769246158</id><published>2011-06-28T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T13:24:38.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 kickstart...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="clearfix"&gt;&lt;div class="mbs uiHeaderSubTitle lfloat fsm fwn fcg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Monday, January 4, 2010 at 10:50am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix"&gt;&lt;div&gt;madami may galit, iretable, at inis sakin hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodluck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a good new year na lang  sa inyo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-6807377201769246158?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/feeds/6807377201769246158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14537921&amp;postID=6807377201769246158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/6807377201769246158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/6807377201769246158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/2011/06/2010-kickstart.html' title='2010 kickstart...'/><author><name>pugkorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593596596369856443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IMna4oti0/Tglqtd51AeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8Xs64z1A2k/s220/230225_1812057380409_1209256492_31881522_2795944_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921.post-3751247885175286709</id><published>2011-06-28T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T13:22:43.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last note for this year!!! (2009)</title><content type='html'>Sunday, November 15, 2009 at 9:39am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;one of the reasons why people get so sentimental...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; its because, memories are the only things that don't change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; When everything else does... there are things in life that you can't hold on forever, no matter how much you fight for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; sometimes destiny isn't always good, it becomes playful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; when you met someone you learned to love, you thought that it was destiny who made your paths cross.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; but what if making your paths cross is just a part of the game that the  playful destiny create? making you realize in the end that the person  you thought that was destined for you wasn't really meant to stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; but only destined to make you feel love and leave you when you've fallen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; it's not easy to state a reason when you decide to leave your love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; some might think it's just an excuse... some might not actually believe... some will blame you... some might even be mad at you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; what they don't see is the fact that it hurts you even more to hurt someone who doesn't deserve to be hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; especially when you can't actually state the reason why you have to leave...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; you can never own something that was never yours... so let's stop gripping on things we expect to last forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; nothing lasts forever... everything is transitory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; so while you have something in your hand, put in mind that it's just  borrowed... so that someday when its gone, it won't take you eternity to  let it go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; one of the irony of love is holding on when you need to let go... and letting go when you need to hold on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; when your feelings get strong for someone, its always wise to stop for a  while and give your heart a time to breathe... a time to used your mind  yo weigh the situation based on reason not emotion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; because the saddest thing that can happen is when one fall in love while the other wants nothing more than friendship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; love can sometimes be magic... but magic can sometimes be an illusion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; there are times when i wished that i was limited to certain emotions...  so that i'll never experience pain, feel betrayed or disappointed, and  never get my fragile heart broken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; but the same thing means i'll never know how it feels to love and be loved in return... the thought of it kind of scares me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; to have a heart that's whole but numb... or a heart that's broken but real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; someday we'll be looking back to those days we learned to love, get hurt, cry and fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; maybe when that time comes, we'll be laughing at our old dumb selves...  realize how stupid we were to stand up for things we knew weren't really  meant for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; but i guess learning takes time, and mistake make one's journey fun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; life is what we make it... love makes the world go round... and one of the things money cannot buy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; so let's live, love and take whatever pain it brings... though it's hard  to wait around for something that i know will never happen... but its  harder to stop when i know it's everything i have always wanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; i guess i can now say that i've change... after all i have been through  this year, i've learned many things... but it takes me a lot of time to  figure out why things happen... after all everything is my fault...  i  forgive myself for everything that happen to me and someone special to  me... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; but you know what??? am glad... am glad it happened... with no regrets. CHEERS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-3751247885175286709?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/feeds/3751247885175286709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14537921&amp;postID=3751247885175286709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/3751247885175286709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/3751247885175286709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/2011/06/last-note-for-this-year-2009.html' title='last note for this year!!! (2009)'/><author><name>pugkorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593596596369856443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IMna4oti0/Tglqtd51AeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8Xs64z1A2k/s220/230225_1812057380409_1209256492_31881522_2795944_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921.post-4338308508794354710</id><published>2011-06-28T13:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T13:21:12.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PSYCHOLOGY PERSONALITY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XVvFwp9NF9k/Tglj14KlPDI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/IaPJBlx9gvk/s1600/10947_1196186157533_1614866205_532859_6991249_a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XVvFwp9NF9k/Tglj14KlPDI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/IaPJBlx9gvk/s320/10947_1196186157533_1614866205_532859_6991249_a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623135387009760306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2  class="uiHeaderTitle" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PSYCHOLOGY PERSONALITY QUIZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2  class="uiHeaderTitle" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Monday, November 9, 2009 at 9:01pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2  class="uiHeaderTitle" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilson just took Psychology Personality quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Wilson E. Alinea, below are your PSYCHOLOGY PERSONALITY test result:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mysterious... oftentimes, a loner. You know your true friends and only them are allowed to understand the real you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hide your emotions... Sometimes pretending to be always ...happy. Sometimes, not giving even a hint of what you really feel.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You search for love... you’re a hopeless romantic and every time you  enter a relationship, you give your all and believe “this is the One.”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have so many ideas in mind... You’re creative and aggressive! If you want something, you’ll do anything to get it!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;akong ako ba??? hahaha!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;akong ako eh hahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re a stubborn sweetheart... You “love” him/her only because he/she  loves you. If his/her flame puts out, you let go with no trouble.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re intimidating! People have an impression that you’re elite—or if  not, you simply look sophisticated. You gain praises but not companions.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love actions... with the hero-like taste! You focus on your  strengths and use them to protect persons/things that are important to  you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-4338308508794354710?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/feeds/4338308508794354710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14537921&amp;postID=4338308508794354710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/4338308508794354710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/4338308508794354710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/2011/06/psychology-personality.html' title='PSYCHOLOGY PERSONALITY'/><author><name>pugkorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593596596369856443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IMna4oti0/Tglqtd51AeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8Xs64z1A2k/s220/230225_1812057380409_1209256492_31881522_2795944_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XVvFwp9NF9k/Tglj14KlPDI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/IaPJBlx9gvk/s72-c/10947_1196186157533_1614866205_532859_6991249_a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921.post-4816519831309733357</id><published>2011-06-28T13:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T13:13:20.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MEN SHOULD ACT LIKE MEN!!! strong beer should really be strong!!! hahahaha!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;FROM FACEBOOK NOTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Monday, July 20, 2009 at 2:09pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;We guys don't care if you talk to other guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; We don't care if you're friends with other guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; But when you're sitting next to us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; and some random guy walks into the room and you jump up and tackle him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; without even introducing us, yeah, it pisses us off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; It doesn't help if you sit there and talk to him for ten minutes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; without even acknowledging the fact that we're still there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; We don't care if a guy calls or texts you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; but at 2 in the morning, we do get a little concerned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; Nothing is that important at 2 a.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; That it can't wait till the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; Also, when we tell you you're pretty / beautiful / gorgeous/ cute / stunning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; we freaking mean it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; Don't tell us we're wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; We'll stop trying to convince you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; The sexiest thing about a girl is confidence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; Yeah, you can quote me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; Don't be mad when we hold the door open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; Take advantage of the mood I'm in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; Let us pay for you! Don't feel bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; We enjoy doing it. It's expected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; Smile and say 'thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; Kiss us when no one's watching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; If you kiss us when you know somebody's looking, we'll be more impressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; You don't have to get dressed up for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; If we're going out with you in the first place,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; you don't have to feel the need to wear the shortest skirt you have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; or put on every kind of makeup you own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; We like you for who you are and not what you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; Honestly, i think a girl looks more beautiful when she's just in her pj's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; Or my t-shirt and boxers, not all dolled up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; Don't take everything we say seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; Sarcasm is a beautiful thing. See the beauty in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; Don't get angry easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; Stop using magazines/media as your bible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; Don't talk about how hot Chris Brown, Brad Pitt, or Jesse McCartney is in front of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; It's boring, and we don't care. You have girlfriends for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; Whatever happened to the word 'handsome / beautiful',&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; I'd be utterly stunned by a girl who greeted me with 'Hey handsome!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; instead of 'Hey baby / stud / cutie / sexy' or whatever else you can think of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; On the other hand I'm not saying I wouldn't like it either ; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; Girls, I cannot stress this enough:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; If you aren't being treated right by a guy, dont wait for him to change!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; Ditch his sorry butt, disgrace to the male population&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; and find someone who will treat you with utter respect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; Someone who will honor your morals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; Someone who will make you smile when you're at your lowest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; Someone who will care for you even when you make mistakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; Someone who will love you, no matter how bad you make them feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; Someone who will stop what they're doing just to look you in the eyes and say, 'I love you'...and actually mean it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; Give the nice guys a chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; Guys repost this if you agree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; Girls repost this if you think it's cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; Every Guy who isn't a jerk will agree with this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; so we hope that all the girls that read this will repost this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-4816519831309733357?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/feeds/4816519831309733357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14537921&amp;postID=4816519831309733357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/4816519831309733357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/4816519831309733357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/2011/06/men-should-act-like-men-strong-beer.html' title='MEN SHOULD ACT LIKE MEN!!! strong beer should really be strong!!! hahahaha!!!'/><author><name>pugkorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593596596369856443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IMna4oti0/Tglqtd51AeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8Xs64z1A2k/s220/230225_1812057380409_1209256492_31881522_2795944_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921.post-115351230868850139</id><published>2006-07-22T04:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T04:05:08.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/426/1319/1600/tuna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/426/1319/320/tuna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;CYLIDRICAL PACKAGE DESIGN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;                       ok....  i know u all are laughing right now to death.. hahaha.. joke.. but really... fuck y do we have to design things like this.. urgh... but im thinking of putting manny pacquiao as the image hehehe........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-115351230868850139?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/feeds/115351230868850139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14537921&amp;postID=115351230868850139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/115351230868850139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/115351230868850139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/2006/07/cylidrical-package-design-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>pugkorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593596596369856443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IMna4oti0/Tglqtd51AeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8Xs64z1A2k/s220/230225_1812057380409_1209256492_31881522_2795944_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921.post-115351132388623946</id><published>2006-07-22T03:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T03:48:43.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/426/1319/1600/Memon"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/426/1319/320/Memon%27s%20images%28006%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;FOOTBALL SHOE DESIGN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;                           this is a football shoe that i've design. this is my 1st major plate(project) for this sem and there's 6 MORE.. fuck hope i cud do this hehehe... oh well... so now u know y im too busy huh! hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-115351132388623946?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/feeds/115351132388623946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14537921&amp;postID=115351132388623946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/115351132388623946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/115351132388623946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/2006/07/football-shoe-design-this-is-football.html' title=''/><author><name>pugkorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593596596369856443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IMna4oti0/Tglqtd51AeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8Xs64z1A2k/s220/230225_1812057380409_1209256492_31881522_2795944_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921.post-115149633490714813</id><published>2006-06-28T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T20:05:34.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hassle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/426/1319/1600/Pugko"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/426/1319/320/Pugko%27s%20album%2845%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e2 ung project ko...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/426/1319/1600/Pugko"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/426/1319/320/Pugko%27s%20album%2844%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e2 pa isang pic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/426/1319/1600/Pugko"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/426/1319/320/Pugko%27s%20album%2842%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e2 tapos na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/426/1319/1600/Pugko"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/426/1319/320/Pugko%27s%20album%2825%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;isa lang masasabi ko... BUSY AKO babay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-115149633490714813?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/feeds/115149633490714813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14537921&amp;postID=115149633490714813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/115149633490714813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/115149633490714813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/2006/06/hassle.html' title='hassle'/><author><name>pugkorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593596596369856443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IMna4oti0/Tglqtd51AeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8Xs64z1A2k/s220/230225_1812057380409_1209256492_31881522_2795944_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921.post-115081694968157182</id><published>2006-06-20T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T23:22:29.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>putangina&lt;br /&gt;putangina&lt;br /&gt;putangina&lt;br /&gt;putangina&lt;br /&gt;putangina&lt;br /&gt;putangina&lt;br /&gt;putangina&lt;br /&gt;putangina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;un lang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wala pa panahon mag post kasi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;putangina&lt;br /&gt;putangina&lt;br /&gt;putangina&lt;br /&gt;putangina&lt;br /&gt;putangina&lt;br /&gt;putangina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bahala na......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-115081694968157182?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/feeds/115081694968157182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14537921&amp;postID=115081694968157182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/115081694968157182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/115081694968157182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/2006/06/putangina-putangina-putangina.html' title=''/><author><name>pugkorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593596596369856443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IMna4oti0/Tglqtd51AeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8Xs64z1A2k/s220/230225_1812057380409_1209256492_31881522_2795944_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921.post-114606951561734719</id><published>2006-04-27T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T00:38:35.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 days</title><content type='html'>On my way to see my friends&lt;br /&gt;who lived a couple blocks away from me (owh) &lt;br /&gt;As I walked through the subway it must have been about quarter past three&lt;br /&gt;In front of me stood a beautiful honey with a beautiful body&lt;br /&gt;She asked me for the time&lt;br /&gt;I said it'd cost her her name a six digit number &amp; a date with me tomorrow at nine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did she decline? No&lt;br /&gt;Didn't she mind? I don't think so&lt;br /&gt;Was it for real? Damn sure What was the deal?&lt;br /&gt;A pretty girl aged 24 So was she keen? She couldn't wait&lt;br /&gt;Cinnamon queen? let me update&lt;br /&gt;What did she say? She said she'd love to&lt;br /&gt;rendezvous&lt;br /&gt;She asked me what we were gonna do said we'd start with a bottle of moet for two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Monday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; took her for a drink on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;we were making love by &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wednesday and on Thursday &amp; Friday &amp;amp; Saturday we chilled on Sunday &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I met this girl on &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Monday took her for a drink on &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tuesday we were making love by &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wednesday and on Thursday &amp; Friday &amp;amp; Saturday we chilled on Sunday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nine was the time &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;cos I'll be getting mine &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and she was looking fine &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;smooth talker she told me She'd love to unfold me all night long &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ooh I loved the way she kicked it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;from the front to back she flipped (back she flipped it, ooh the way she kicked it) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And I oh oh &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I yeah hope that she'd care cos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm a man who'll always be there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ooh yeah &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm not a man to play around baby &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ooh yeah cos a one night stand isn't really fair &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;From the first impression &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;girl hmm you don't seem to be like that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cos there's no need to chat for there'll be plenty for that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;From the subway to my home &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;endless ringing of my phone &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When you feeling all alone &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;all you gotta do is just call me call me  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Monday&lt;br /&gt; took her for a drink on&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;we were making love by&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday and on Thursday &amp; Friday &amp;amp; Saturday we chilled on Sunday&lt;br /&gt;I met this girl on&lt;br /&gt;Monday took her for a drink on&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday we were making love by&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday and on Thursday &amp; Friday &amp;amp; Saturday we chilled on Sunday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(Break it down, uh break it down) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Since I met this special lady ooh yeah &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I can't get her of my mind &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She's one of a kind And I ain't about to deny it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's a special kind thing with you-oh....... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-114606951561734719?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/feeds/114606951561734719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14537921&amp;postID=114606951561734719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/114606951561734719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/114606951561734719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/2006/04/7-days.html' title='7 days'/><author><name>pugkorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593596596369856443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IMna4oti0/Tglqtd51AeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8Xs64z1A2k/s220/230225_1812057380409_1209256492_31881522_2795944_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921.post-114494259010514544</id><published>2006-04-13T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T23:36:30.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wala</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;new life for me from now on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;thanks to those people who shares their greatness in life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;zzzzzzzzzzzzz....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-114494259010514544?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/feeds/114494259010514544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14537921&amp;postID=114494259010514544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/114494259010514544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/114494259010514544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/2006/04/wala.html' title='wala'/><author><name>pugkorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593596596369856443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IMna4oti0/Tglqtd51AeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8Xs64z1A2k/s220/230225_1812057380409_1209256492_31881522_2795944_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921.post-114407539385902951</id><published>2006-04-03T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T22:43:13.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/426/1319/1600/ibang%20iba%20na.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/426/1319/400/ibang%20iba%20na.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ayos ba to?!? ginawa ko lang sa paint.. wala magawa eh hahaha...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(tsaka na ko mag popost ng malulupit okie?!? zzzzzzzzzzzzz)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-114407539385902951?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/feeds/114407539385902951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14537921&amp;postID=114407539385902951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/114407539385902951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/114407539385902951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/2006/04/sus.html' title='sus'/><author><name>pugkorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593596596369856443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IMna4oti0/Tglqtd51AeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8Xs64z1A2k/s220/230225_1812057380409_1209256492_31881522_2795944_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921.post-114335630705075849</id><published>2006-03-26T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T14:58:27.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shoe shine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/426/1319/1600/reynolds2_white-black-gum-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 279px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="300" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/426/1319/320/reynolds2_white-black-gum-1.jpg" width="286" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;REYNOLDS 2 PRO-MODEL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/426/1319/1600/halfcab_blk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/426/1319/320/halfcab_blk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; VANS HALF-CAB CLASSIC MODEL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/426/1319/1600/crass_black-black-white-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/426/1319/320/crass_black-black-white-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;EMERICA CRASS MODEL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/426/1319/1600/chief-blk-wht.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/426/1319/320/chief-blk-wht.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FALLEN&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;CHIEF MODEL THOMAS PRO MODEL EDITION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/426/1319/1600/callicut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/426/1319/320/callicut.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ETNIES CALLICUT EDITION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;all this are my dream shoes that'll soon be mine haha... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-114335630705075849?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/feeds/114335630705075849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14537921&amp;postID=114335630705075849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/114335630705075849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/114335630705075849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/2006/03/shoe-shine.html' title='shoe shine'/><author><name>pugkorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593596596369856443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IMna4oti0/Tglqtd51AeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8Xs64z1A2k/s220/230225_1812057380409_1209256492_31881522_2795944_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921.post-114273648074923483</id><published>2006-03-19T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T10:48:00.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>patay tayo dyan!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;PATAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bkt ang buhay ndi pinapansin??&lt;br /&gt;Bkt sa buhay laging mali ang nkikita??&lt;br /&gt;Bkt pagbuhay lahat ng gawin mo mali, lahat ng gawin mo panget! puro nlng un ang pinapansin! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bkt pagbuhay ka ndi ka bisitahin ng mga taong nakakakilala syo?? &lt;br /&gt;bkt d ka man lng maalala? mapansin?? &lt;br /&gt;o makita man lang na andyan ka para sa kanila!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAILANGAN BA NATING MAMATAY BAGO MAPANSIN?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bkt kung kailan patay na ang tao o wla na ang isang bagay, tska natin hinahanap?!&lt;br /&gt;Bkt d ntn hanapin pag buhay?&lt;br /&gt;Bkt kailan mamatay bago hanapin?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bkt kailangan mawala para mapansin ang mga &lt;br /&gt;kagandang nadulot sa atin ng isang bagay o tao??&lt;br /&gt;Bkt ndi natin napansin na sya ay isang mabuting tao nung sya ay buhay pa?? &lt;br /&gt;bkt ndi ntn nalaman na ito ay mahalagang bagay nung nasa atin pa ito??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napansin mo ba na andyan sya sa tabi mo? nung sya ay buhay pa?!&lt;br /&gt;Napansin mo ba ang mga mabubuting bagay na nagawa nya nung sya ay buhay pa??&lt;br /&gt;o puro mali na lng nya ang pinapansin mo??&lt;br /&gt;Nalaman mo na ba na sya ay importante? nung mga oras na katuwang mo sya??&lt;br /&gt;Nasabi mo na bang ang ganda ganda nya? nung sya ay kaharap mo??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O GAGAWIN MO PLANG LAHAT YAN PAG PATAY NA SYA??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buti pa ang patay binibisita&lt;br /&gt;buti pa ang mawala hinahanap&lt;br /&gt;buti pa ang patay inaalala ang mga mabubuting nagawa&lt;br /&gt;buti pa ang mawala iniyakan....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERO BKT ANG BUHAY HINDI NAPAPANSIN??!!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cguro ganito tlga ang buhay na naitakda at ndi maaring mabago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAMA BA ITO???&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-114273648074923483?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/feeds/114273648074923483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14537921&amp;postID=114273648074923483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/114273648074923483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/114273648074923483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/2006/03/patay-tayo-dyan.html' title='patay tayo dyan!!'/><author><name>pugkorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593596596369856443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IMna4oti0/Tglqtd51AeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8Xs64z1A2k/s220/230225_1812057380409_1209256492_31881522_2795944_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921.post-114241778463689377</id><published>2006-03-15T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T18:16:24.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ouch !!</title><content type='html'>ilong ko nabiyak!!!!!! un lang babay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-114241778463689377?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/feeds/114241778463689377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14537921&amp;postID=114241778463689377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/114241778463689377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/114241778463689377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/2006/03/ouch.html' title='ouch !!'/><author><name>pugkorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593596596369856443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IMna4oti0/Tglqtd51AeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8Xs64z1A2k/s220/230225_1812057380409_1209256492_31881522_2795944_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921.post-114235442065180778</id><published>2006-03-15T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T00:40:20.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only one</title><content type='html'>"Only One"&lt;br /&gt;Yellowcard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken this fragile thing now&lt;br /&gt;And I can't, I can't pick up the pieces&lt;br /&gt;And I've thrown my words all around&lt;br /&gt;But I can't, I can't give you a reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so broken up (so broken up)&lt;br /&gt;And I give up (I give up) &lt;br /&gt;I just want to tell you so you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I go, scream my lungs out and try to get to you&lt;br /&gt;You are my only one&lt;br /&gt;I let go, there's just no one that gets me like you do&lt;br /&gt;You are my only, my only one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made my mistakes, let you down&lt;br /&gt;And I can't, I can't hold on for too long&lt;br /&gt;Ran my whole life in the ground&lt;br /&gt;And I can't, I can't get up when you're gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And something's breaking up (breaking up)&lt;br /&gt;I feel like giving up (like giving up)&lt;br /&gt;I won't walk out until you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I go, scream my lungs out and try to get to you&lt;br /&gt;You are my only one&lt;br /&gt;I let go, there's just no one who gets me like you do&lt;br /&gt;You are my only, my only one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I go so dishonestly&lt;br /&gt;Leave a note for you my only one&lt;br /&gt;And I know you can see right through me&lt;br /&gt;So let me go and you will find someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I go, scream my lungs out and try to get to you&lt;br /&gt;You are my only one&lt;br /&gt;I let go, there's just no one, no one like you&lt;br /&gt;You are my only, my only one&lt;br /&gt;My only one&lt;br /&gt;My only one&lt;br /&gt;My only one&lt;br /&gt;You are my only, my only one&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-114235442065180778?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/feeds/114235442065180778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14537921&amp;postID=114235442065180778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/114235442065180778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/114235442065180778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/2006/03/only-one.html' title='Only one'/><author><name>pugkorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593596596369856443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IMna4oti0/Tglqtd51AeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8Xs64z1A2k/s220/230225_1812057380409_1209256492_31881522_2795944_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921.post-114183091150427761</id><published>2006-03-08T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T23:18:01.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>valentino</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/426/1319/1600/Memons%20file192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/426/1319/320/Memons%20file192.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/426/1319/1600/Memons%20file191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/426/1319/320/Memons%20file191.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/426/1319/1600/Memons%20file190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/426/1319/320/Memons%20file190.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some of my plates(assighment in art) for valentines. Pangit kaya pagtyagaan nyo na lang... hehehe wala lang gs2 ko lang ipakita to heheh.... ung nasa pinakataas d pa tapos un eh 10 min ko lang ginawa un para lang may ipakita sa prof haha pero ung nasa gtna un ang napili... ung kagaya nun na nasa pinakababa un ung unang concept ko... improve ko raw un eh haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-114183091150427761?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/feeds/114183091150427761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14537921&amp;postID=114183091150427761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/114183091150427761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/114183091150427761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/2006/03/valentino.html' title='valentino'/><author><name>pugkorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593596596369856443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IMna4oti0/Tglqtd51AeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8Xs64z1A2k/s220/230225_1812057380409_1209256492_31881522_2795944_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921.post-114167097333545307</id><published>2006-03-07T02:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T02:49:33.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kotse ko</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/426/1319/1600/Memons%20file183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/426/1319/320/Memons%20file183.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my favorite render work of mine. Just use canson paper and some gray markers and poster colors for the details.  Ill post some of my other works nxt time.. see yah!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-114167097333545307?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/feeds/114167097333545307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14537921&amp;postID=114167097333545307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/114167097333545307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/114167097333545307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/2006/03/kotse-ko.html' title='kotse ko'/><author><name>pugkorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593596596369856443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IMna4oti0/Tglqtd51AeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8Xs64z1A2k/s220/230225_1812057380409_1209256492_31881522_2795944_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921.post-114164448748083733</id><published>2006-03-06T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T19:28:07.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>d akin 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Things learned from intergender friendships&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By &lt;strong&gt;Mariel G. Calalo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU contributor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE PREMISE of this article lies on the principle that sometimes, loving a person doesn't mean it has to be romantic and loving a person for the rest of your life doesn't mean you have to end up marrying them. Can a man and a woman just be friends? I'd say yes and they should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Hindi dahil kinaibigan ka, liligawan ka na&lt;/strong&gt;. Not every guy who befriends you has an ulterior motive. Get over yourself. Don't flatter yourself. There is a reason why he befriended you, but don't automatically assume that it's because he wants to be your so-called boyfriend. If this will be the principle you'll follow every time someone asks you to be his friend, you're gonna miss a great deal from the friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Hindi dahil mabait sa iyo, nililigawan ka na&lt;/strong&gt;. There are people who are naturally sweet and kind. There are people who are innately good and no matter how wicked you seem, they just find it so easy to be kind to you. It doesn't mean he is courting you. Don't put yourself through unnecessary stress trying to figure out if he's courting you or not. Because I think if he is, you won't have to guess, you'll know and you'll be very certain about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Hindi dahil he talks to you a lot, he loves you na.&lt;/strong&gt; You don't befriend a person if you absolutely abhor him, right? Chances are you make sense when he talks to you, or you're probably very patient listening to him. The two of you probably connect on some level but why does it always have to be assumed to be romantic? Being two intelligent, mature human beings, you need to accept that it's nice to share a cup of coffee over a stimulating conversation, and that you don't have to automatically put romantic connotation to it. Relieve yourself of the pressure. It's just coffee and a shared interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Hindi dahil cute ang friend mo, crush/love mo na siya.&lt;/strong&gt; This is the most amusing thing that hit me lately. People always assume that because your friend is cute or should I say, hot (because cute is a word you describe your high school crush while hot is a word you use to describe a hunk), "lakas amats mo na for repapips!" Let me just say this, at least from my own personal experience, I'm just nearsighted, I haven't gone blind. I can still appreciate God's creation! However, there will always be weird things, crazy things, stupid things that will keep you, believe me, from having a crush on him. First of all, you'd know his history with women, enough to judge what's good for you. Second, don't you just hate it when a guy who's absolutely always put together, who looks intelligent enough pronounces the word country as "kawntri" and the word mango as "meynggo." Call me crazy for judging a person just because he can't pronounce these words right. I admit, I'm crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Hindi dahil you hang out with each other most of the time, you'd end up being boyfriend-girlfriend.&lt;/strong&gt; Self-explanatory... There are a thousand, no million different reasons why things don't always turn out that way. There is no one proven formula. For all we know, the reason why he likes hanging out with you is because he likes getting kikay tips from you. He probably plans on being kikay himself and he needs a mentor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-A&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;dinner with a guy friend does not necessarily mean equate to a date.&lt;/strong&gt; Especially if you're paying for your share no. Hello? Three things to consider: the place, the topic and how the two of you actually planned to meet. First, how it was planned. If it were a date expect that he would ask you out at least three days before the actual date to give you some lead time, to give you the notion that you are not just a filler on his schedule. Second, the place. If it were a real date, the both of you would want real food and a place where you could really talk things through. Don't go out with a guy to a movie on Friday night if you're really serious about him. Going to a movie is more like treating him like a "filler" just because you had nothing to do on a Friday night so you might as well go out. Topic. Ha! You wouldn't be talking about chikang artista, chikang opisina or argue if the one girl's boobs are real or not. You would be probably talking about sensible, quite personal stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I therefore conclude that platonic relationships are never complicated; people just have tendencies to complicate them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-114164448748083733?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/feeds/114164448748083733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14537921&amp;postID=114164448748083733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/114164448748083733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/114164448748083733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/2006/03/d-akin-2.html' title='d akin 2'/><author><name>pugkorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593596596369856443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IMna4oti0/Tglqtd51AeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8Xs64z1A2k/s220/230225_1812057380409_1209256492_31881522_2795944_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921.post-114164383016720272</id><published>2006-03-06T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T19:17:10.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aries</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The Dark Side of my Sign... (sad but true)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aries (Mar 21 - Apr 20)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I really dont believe in zodiac signs or horoscope... but its a coincidense that some that is written here i think is true about me... i just dont know about the others.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A warrior at heart, you thrive on challenges and any strife and dramas, you are tempted to stir things up, just to keep yourself happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-You are also rather intolerant  of mistakes and don't  have  patience for weakness or failings in others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-And  sometimes, you can  be  quite a snob(&lt;strong&gt;true&lt;/strong&gt;)  as well you like to be seen at the  right places or wear the right clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-And you're also prone to bossiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Your restless   nature  may make you quit a project suddenly if you can't  sustain the interest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Advice:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Get off your high horse and pay your dues before  people will  accept you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Learn to be more tolerant of others and try to see the  other person's side of the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-If you believe in  what you do, you can  move  mountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;message me if you want 2 know the dark side of your sign.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-114164383016720272?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/feeds/114164383016720272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14537921&amp;postID=114164383016720272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/114164383016720272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/114164383016720272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/2006/03/aries.html' title='aries'/><author><name>pugkorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593596596369856443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IMna4oti0/Tglqtd51AeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8Xs64z1A2k/s220/230225_1812057380409_1209256492_31881522_2795944_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921.post-114164281633476000</id><published>2006-03-06T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T19:06:15.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>relasyon</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;PSEUDO-RELATIONSHIPS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "parang kayo, pero hindi" stage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bsahin nyo n lng...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others call it MU or mutual understanding.&lt;br /&gt;Pseudo-relationships.&lt;br /&gt;Pseudo-boyfriends&lt;br /&gt;.Pseudo-girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;Flings....Almost like a relationship, but not quite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a &lt;strong&gt;phase&lt;/strong&gt; where the persons involved are more than friends, but not&lt;strong&gt; quite&lt;/strong&gt; lovers. Puwedeng may verbal agreement, puwedeng wala. One or both of you may have admitted your feelings, possible ding hindi. You just let your gestures do the talking for you. Walang pormal na ligawan na nangyari. Hindi kayo mag-dyowa. Pero sa kilos niyo, sa mga sinasabi niyo, parang kayo, pero hindi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kind of "relationship" can happen at different stages for different reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- It can happen after a break-up.You still love each other, and you want to be with each other but you broke up for a reason. And for reasons that you alone know, ayaw niyo na muna magkabalikan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- It can also happen before a relationship,iyong pareho kayong nakikiramdam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Possible din na ayaw niyo munang mag- seryoso kaya kunwa-kunwarian lang muna. Testing lang. (tama ba un?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Puwede ring hindi puwedeng maging kayo kasi isa sa inyo may ka-relasyon na (yeah nangyari na sakin 2 haha). Kaya habang hindi pa siya nakikipag-break doon sa boy/girl(sabi niya makikipag-break siya soon pero di naman niya gnagawa), wala muna kayong relasyon para nga naman hindi siya nangangaliwa kasi "hindi naman kayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This pseudo-relationship stage, for a time, can be fun. Lalo na kung naghahanap ka lang naman ng "KALARO. "Pero huwag ka lang mag-e-expect na may patutunguhan kayo kze wala talagang kasiguraduhan. So bakit ang daming nagse-settle sa ganitong set up ganoong hindi naman sigurado kung may patutunguhan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Iba't ibang dahilan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Puwedeng for fun lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Puwedeng "buti na iyan kesa wala" or puwede na iyang "pantawid-gutom. "Meaning, habang wala pa iyong the real thing, doon muna sa kunwa-kunwarian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who are not in a serious relationship, they would think that pseudo-relationship is better than no relationship at all. It would be fun, if all you're after is that "kilig" feeling. But then I learned that although it was only a pseudo-relationship, the emotions were real.And usually, in this kind of set up, merong malulugi.. "ung nainlove sa taong taken na.."Una, you can't ask him/her to commit. Since it's not really a relationship, you can't demand commitment from your partner. Ano ba kayo?! You will always be uncertain about your role in his/her life. You can't expect him/her to be always there with you. And if you feel jealous of the other boys/girls,you just have to keep it to yourself. Ano ka ba niya para magselos? Pangalawa, what if you fall deeply in love with him/her? You can't be sure if he/she feels the same way.B aka nag-a-assume ka lang na mahal ka rin niya. Even if you are dying to tell him/her you love him/her, you can't. Because you're not sure if he/she will like it. Baka mapahiya ka lang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This stage will always make you wonder where you are in the relationship. Or if there is a relationship at all. Pangatlo, what if you become attached too much?What if you have invested all your emotions and this man/woman hasn't?What if you remain faithful to him/her,not entertaining other guys/gals,only to find out that he/she is seeing other girls/boys?Isa pang downside ng pseudo-relationships, it is fleeting.When a disagreement sets in, or when one of you gets cold, then that would be the end of it.Unlike in a serious relationship, hindi mo alam kung saan ka lulugar, kasi sa isang pseudo-relationship, wala kang pinanghahawakan.Kasi sa pseudo- relationship, there is no "us."&lt;strong&gt;Meron lang "you and me," hindi "us&lt;/strong&gt;"!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-114164281633476000?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/feeds/114164281633476000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14537921&amp;postID=114164281633476000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/114164281633476000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/114164281633476000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/2006/03/relasyon.html' title='relasyon'/><author><name>pugkorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593596596369856443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IMna4oti0/Tglqtd51AeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8Xs64z1A2k/s220/230225_1812057380409_1209256492_31881522_2795944_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921.post-114157933959659859</id><published>2006-03-06T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T01:22:19.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hahahaha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/426/1319/1600/illusion_20.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/426/1319/320/illusion_20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-114157933959659859?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/feeds/114157933959659859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14537921&amp;postID=114157933959659859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/114157933959659859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/114157933959659859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/2006/03/hahahaha.html' title='hahahaha'/><author><name>pugkorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593596596369856443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IMna4oti0/Tglqtd51AeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8Xs64z1A2k/s220/230225_1812057380409_1209256492_31881522_2795944_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921.post-114157820338228693</id><published>2006-03-06T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T01:03:23.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It is NOT IMPORTANT that you are not perfect and that your special someone is not perfect either What is important is, that you are PERFECT for each other...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you say I LOVE YOU to a person you automatically give that person the right/authority to HURT YOU....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that the BEST RELATIONSHIP Is when you LOVE each other...  Love is STANDING IN not FALLING FOR It is primarily GIVING not RECEIVING It is by giving ones life with JOY, INTEREST, UNDERSTANDING, HUMOR KNOWLEDGE and of course SADNESS....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't waste your time WAITING for SOMEONE who never really love what you have or felt but OPEN your HEART AGAIN and GIVE YOURSELF the chance to find someone who would make the PAIN and SACRIFICE LOVE WORTHY!...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Remember, IF we LOSE LOVE we LOSE it for a REASON that reason may be TOO HARD but whatever it is we just have TO BELIEVE that GOD takes AWAY where HE give us SOMEONE BETTER...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-114157820338228693?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/feeds/114157820338228693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14537921&amp;postID=114157820338228693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/114157820338228693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/114157820338228693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/2006/03/it-is-not-important-that-you-are-not.html' title=''/><author><name>pugkorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593596596369856443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IMna4oti0/Tglqtd51AeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8Xs64z1A2k/s220/230225_1812057380409_1209256492_31881522_2795944_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921.post-114157761435571603</id><published>2006-03-06T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T00:53:39.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;joke...joke..joke&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  Erap: "Doc, I accidentally swallowed a chicken bone!"&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  Doc: "Is it choking?"&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  Erap: "No, it is Max's."&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  Doc: "I don't mean 'Chow King', I mean, are you choking..."&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  Erap: "No, Doc! Serioso ako, Doc!"&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  &gt; &gt; &gt; Ano sa Tagalog ang asawa? ("May bahay")&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  &gt; &gt; &gt; Ano naman ang kabit? ("May condo")&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  Doc: "Ano ang trabaho mo, iha?"&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  Girl: "Substitute po."&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  Doc: "Di kaya prostitute ?"&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  Girl: "Doc, Mommy ko ang prostitute. Kung hindi siya puwede, ako&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;ang&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  pumapalit!"&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  Erap: "Magkano papunta sa Makati?"&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  Taxi Driver: kayo lang po'ng mag-isa?"&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  Erap: "Bakit, hindi ka sasama?"&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  In an obstetricians clinic:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  Doc: "Hubad na, iha. Huwag kang mag-alala... I won't take&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;advantage of&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  you!"&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  Girl: "eh, Doc, Saan ko po ilalagay ang panty at bra ko?"&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  Doc: "Diyan lang sa may tabi ng brief ko."&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  Sa seminario:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  Madre: "Father, pagsabihan mo naman yung mga seminarista. Umiihi&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;sila sa&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  pader!"&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  Father: "Sister naman. Maliit na bagay, huwag mo nang pansinin!"&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  Madre: "Naku, Father, malalaki po!"&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  Dalawang madre ang kinidnap ng dalawang lalaki at sila'y hinalay.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  Madre #1: "Ama, patawarin mo po siya at hindi niya alam ang&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;kanyang&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  ginagawa."&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  Madre #2: "Sister, yung sa akin, marunong!"&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  At their honeymoon:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  60-yr old Pastor to his young bride:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  "Honey, before we do it, let's first pray for guidance."&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  Young bride: "Darling, just pray for endurance, I'll take care of&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  guidance!"&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  At Bill Gate's wife's first press conference:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  Reporter: "How does it feel to have sex with the world's richest&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;man?"&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  BG's Wife: "No big deal...The world know why he named his company&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  Microsoft!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-114157761435571603?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/feeds/114157761435571603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14537921&amp;postID=114157761435571603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/114157761435571603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/114157761435571603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/2006/03/joke.html' title='joke'/><author><name>pugkorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593596596369856443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IMna4oti0/Tglqtd51AeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8Xs64z1A2k/s220/230225_1812057380409_1209256492_31881522_2795944_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921.post-114157615188147714</id><published>2006-03-06T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T00:29:11.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SORI KORNI AKO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt;Intsik patay punta sa heaven,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt;he asks St. Peter: "Ano dyan sa kabila?"&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt;St. Peter: "Wala, impyerno. Super init!!"&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt;Intsik: "Lipat ako dun." St. Peter: "Ha? Bakit?!"&lt;br /&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt;Intsik: "Ako benta ice water."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; If only Adam and Eve were Chinese they would&lt;br /&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt;not have committed the original sin.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt;They would have eaten the snake and sold the apple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; Bakit laging Intsik ang kinikidnap?&lt;br /&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt;Kasi pag Pinoy - hulugan!&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt;Pag Bumbay - 5-6!&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt;Pag Kano - credit card!&lt;br /&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt;E pag Intsik - C.O.D.!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; Lulubog na ang barko...&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt;PARI: San Pedro, San Jose...&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt;MADRE: Sta. Fe, Sta. Lucia, Sta. Clara...&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt;INTSIK: Anu ba kayo, lubok na balko! tawak pa kayo pasahelo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt;Ano ang animal na di sigurado? BAKA.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt;Ano naman and laging napuputol? CAT.&lt;br /&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt;E, ano naman ang palaging ayos? Eh, di OX.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt;Paano naman ang pangit? Eh di COW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt;Alam mo ba kung bakit hulog ka ng langit?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt;DAHIL BAWAL KA DOON...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt;General: Mr. President, I think our troops are&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt;over-fatigued.&lt;br /&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt;Erap: Okay. Let them wear khaki naman for a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt;What's the difference between ACCIDENT, CALAMITY and DISASTER?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt;When your girlfriend gets pregnant - ACCIDENT&lt;br /&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt;When you live with her - CALAMITY&lt;br /&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt;When your wife finds out - DISASTER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt;A Filipino, a Black man, and a White guy are in a bar&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt;having a drink.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt;When a gorgeous woman comes up to them and says, "Whoever&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt;can use the words 'liver' and 'cheese' in a creative sentence can&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt;have me for tonight." &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt;So the White guy says "I love liver and cheese." She says&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt;"That's not good enough"&lt;br /&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt;The Black man says "I hate liver and cheese" She says "That's not &gt; &gt;creative"&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt;Finally, the Filipino says "Liver alone, cheese mine!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt;What's the difference between! corruption in the USA and corruption&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt;in the Philippines?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt;In the US, they go to jail. In the Philippines, they go to the US!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt;Pari: What's your problem, son?&lt;br /&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt;Man: I'm so depressed, Father.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt;My son is an addict, my daughter is a prostitute and my&lt;br /&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt;wife is a gambler.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt;Pari: Tsk! Tsk! Disastrous! Is there anything positive in&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt;your life, son?&lt;br /&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt;Man: Meron, Father... my AIDS test.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-114157615188147714?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/feeds/114157615188147714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14537921&amp;postID=114157615188147714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/114157615188147714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/114157615188147714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/2006/03/sori-korni-akoman-meron-father.html' title=''/><author><name>pugkorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593596596369856443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IMna4oti0/Tglqtd51AeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8Xs64z1A2k/s220/230225_1812057380409_1209256492_31881522_2795944_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921.post-114157566751876137</id><published>2006-03-05T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T00:21:07.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>argh</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANG DRAMA MO PUGKO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have you ever wondered which hurts the most? Saying something and wishing you hadn't? Or saying nothing and wishing you had? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guess the most important things are the hardest things to say. Don't be afraid to tell someone you love them.&lt;br /&gt;If you do, they might break your heart... if you don't, you might break theirs. Have u ever decided not 2 become a couple because you were so afraid of losing what you already had with that person? Your heart decides whom it likes and whom it doesn't. You can't tell your heart what to do. It does it on its own........when you least suspect it, or even when you don't want it to. Have you ever wanted to love someone with everything you had, but that other person was too afraid to let you? Too many of us stay walled up because we are too afraid to care too much...for fear that the other person does not care as much, or even at all.Have you ever denied your feelings for someone because your fear of rejection was too hard to handle? We tell lies when we are afraid... afraid of what wedon't know, afraid of what others will think, afraid of what will be found out about us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But every time we tell a lie, the thing we fear grows stronger. Life is all about risks and it requires you to jump. Don't be a person who has to look back and wonder what they would have done, or could  have had.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;* What would you do if every time you fell in love you had to say good-bye?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*What would you do if every time you wanted someone they would never be there?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*What would you do if your best friend died tomorrow and you never got to tell them how you felt? (even if it is that you don't care anymore)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*What would you do if you loved someone more than ever and you couldn't have them? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*What would you do if you never got the chance to say I am friends with all of my family and they know I love them?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*People live, but people die.  I want to tell you that you are a friend. If i die tomorrow (God Forbid)&lt;br /&gt;you would bein my heart and remember u 4 a lifetime. Would I be in yours? Would i be remembered?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-114157566751876137?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/feeds/114157566751876137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14537921&amp;postID=114157566751876137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/114157566751876137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/114157566751876137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/2006/03/argh.html' title='argh'/><author><name>pugkorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593596596369856443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IMna4oti0/Tglqtd51AeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8Xs64z1A2k/s220/230225_1812057380409_1209256492_31881522_2795944_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921.post-114148945055806764</id><published>2006-03-05T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T00:24:10.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it was fun at all</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;It was Fun at All&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thursday wen were in the middle of the class discussion, i fall asleep. Suddenly melissa came by to get her shades back. I have the shades and i was asleep, i thought it was all a dream... i give her shades then *poop* it became coco crunch!!! hahaha just kidding... i then go back to sleep and wen my whole being is awake, i ask myself was it a dream?? haha my classmate told me that it was not a dream "lasing ka lang bugok!!" hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we watch the concert organized by architecture. It was fun wen it was kamikazee performance. Thay play my fave song Girlfriend!! yeah... and all was kinky stuff shits they did haha. Of course dota moments.. it was goooooood!!! hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday i was really tired. But wen my drawing of the car was graded.... wel... il just post the pic of my drawing and ur the one to judge it haha... then that night.. it was my friends concert at mayrics... its ok... but a lot of screamo shit was played... honestly i dont like scremo music... it sucks to hell... id rather listen to love songs than screamo nyahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im stuck here... help&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-114148945055806764?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/feeds/114148945055806764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14537921&amp;postID=114148945055806764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14537921&amp;postID=114102264068865835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/114102264068865835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/114102264068865835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/2006/02/fghgfgh.html' title='fghgfgh'/><author><name>pugkorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593596596369856443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IMna4oti0/Tglqtd51AeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8Xs64z1A2k/s220/230225_1812057380409_1209256492_31881522_2795944_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921.post-114088246814418762</id><published>2006-02-25T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T23:47:48.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eyes eyes baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EYES EYES BABY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/426/1319/1600/cant.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/426/1319/200/cant.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this eyes??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wel nutin much about it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its just that its so beautiful...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so expressive...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so deep...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so wonderful...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it can decieve...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it can melt...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it wil take you to heaven...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its clear...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its bright...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cant help but stare...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whenever i want to see this eyes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i will just look at the night sky so clear and so wide...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;w/o clouds covering... with the moon so bright...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its the eye of both angel and demon...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-114088246814418762?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/feeds/114088246814418762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14537921&amp;postID=114088246814418762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/114088246814418762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/114088246814418762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/2006/02/eyes-eyes-baby.html' title='eyes eyes baby'/><author><name>pugkorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593596596369856443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IMna4oti0/Tglqtd51AeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8Xs64z1A2k/s220/230225_1812057380409_1209256492_31881522_2795944_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921.post-114086752517463624</id><published>2006-02-25T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T11:06:58.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/426/1319/1600/pugs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px" height="113" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/426/1319/200/pugs.jpg" width="174" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boring ngaun...&lt;br /&gt;mamatay ako nito...&lt;br /&gt;tinamad ako pumunta 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IMna4oti0/Tglqtd51AeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8Xs64z1A2k/s220/230225_1812057380409_1209256492_31881522_2795944_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921.post-114080764947249805</id><published>2006-02-25T02:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T03:00:49.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zszszszszszszszszs</title><content type='html'>well i was watching while ago a documentary about EDSA REVOLUTION... why there is such revolution in our country.. why people go out in streets eventhough they knew that they will die...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in my point of view.. i was so disappoint.. wer in an undeclared martial law...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its sucks...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-114080764947249805?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IMna4oti0/Tglqtd51AeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8Xs64z1A2k/s220/230225_1812057380409_1209256492_31881522_2795944_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921.post-114078269030840130</id><published>2006-02-24T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T20:05:45.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GTO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/426/1319/1600/gto2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/426/1319/400/gto2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/426/1319/1600/gto.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/426/1319/400/gto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you've all heard about onizuka( for those anime adiks).. a must watch anime now on its sequel featuring real life personalities.. the second best anime for me.. (samurai x is my first fav ya know??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GTO is a shounen manga series by Fujisawa Tooru, by Kodansha Comics. It’s about a man named Onizuka Eikichi (he is legendary), a former motorbike gamng member and a troublemaker when he's in highschool, who doesn't really have much prospects until one day he decides to be a teacher. The head of an academy is interested in his "methods" and lets him teach (much to the principal's...pain...&gt;: )= Onizuka isn't much of a teacher as far as school subjects go, but he is a VERY good teacher in "life". Each story in the manga basically deals with him straightening out his students...but with not your typical methods... This is a hilarious, and sometimes even...heartwarming...anime/manga series (you've gotta love Onizuka...no matter how stupid he is ^_^ )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I think anime stores have this in DVDs hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ratings: 10 out of 10 yeah!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-114078269030840130?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/feeds/114078269030840130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14537921&amp;postID=114078269030840130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/114078269030840130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/114078269030840130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/2006/02/gto.html' title='GTO'/><author><name>pugkorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593596596369856443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IMna4oti0/Tglqtd51AeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8Xs64z1A2k/s220/230225_1812057380409_1209256492_31881522_2795944_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921.post-114062193875493501</id><published>2006-02-22T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T23:25:40.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you think you knew all??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so you think you know all??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mosquito repellents don't repel. They hide you. The&lt;br /&gt;spray blocks the&lt;br /&gt;mosquito's sensors so they don't know you're there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dentists have recommended that a toothbrush be kept&lt;br /&gt;at least 6 feet away&lt;br /&gt;from a toilet to avoid airborne particles resulting&lt;br /&gt;from the flush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The liquid inside young coconuts can be used as&lt;br /&gt;substitute for Blood&lt;br /&gt;plasma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No piece of paper can be folded in half more than 7&lt;br /&gt;times.&lt;br /&gt;Donkeys kill more people annually than plane&lt;br /&gt;crashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You burn more calories sleeping than you do&lt;br /&gt;watching television.&lt;br /&gt;Oak trees do not produce acorns until they are&lt;br /&gt;fty years of age or older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first product to have a bar code was Wrigley's&lt;br /&gt;gum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The king of hearts is the only king without a&lt;br /&gt;moustache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Boeing 747s wingspan is longer than the Wright&lt;br /&gt;brother's first flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American Airlines saved $40,000 in 1987 by&lt;br /&gt;eliminating 1 olive from each&lt;br /&gt;salad served in first-class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venus is the only planet that rotates clockwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apples, not caffeine, are more efficient at waking&lt;br /&gt;you up in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plastic things on the end of shoelaces are&lt;br /&gt;called aglets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most dust particles in your house are made from&lt;br /&gt;dead skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first owner of the Marlboro Company died of&lt;br /&gt;lung cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Jordan makes more money from Nike annually&lt;br /&gt;than all of the Nike&lt;br /&gt;factory workers in Malaysia combined&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marilyn Monroe had six toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All US Presidents have worn glasses. Some just&lt;br /&gt;didn't like being seen&lt;br /&gt;wearing them in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walt Disney was afraid of mice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pearls melt in vinegar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirty-five percent of the people who use personal&lt;br /&gt;ads for dating are&lt;br /&gt;already married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three most valuable brand names on earth:&lt;br /&gt;Marlboro, Coca-Cola, and&lt;br /&gt;Budweiser, in that order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is possible to lead a cow upstairs...but not&lt;br /&gt;downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A duck's quack doesn't echo, and no one knows why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason firehouses have circular stairways is&lt;br /&gt;from the days when the&lt;br /&gt;engines were pulled by horses. The horses were&lt;br /&gt;stabled on the ground floor&lt;br /&gt;and figured out how to walk up straight staircases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard Millhouse Nixon was the first US president&lt;br /&gt;whose name contains all&lt;br /&gt;the letters from the word "criminal." The second&lt;br /&gt;was William Jefferson Clinton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turtles can breathe through their butts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butterflies taste with their feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 10 minutes, a hurricane releases more energy&lt;br /&gt;than all of the world's nuclear weapons combined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On average, 100 people choke to death on ball-point&lt;br /&gt;pens every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On average people fear spiders more than death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninety percent of New York City cabbies are&lt;br /&gt;recently arrived immigrants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elephants are the only animals that can't jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only one person in two billion will live to be 116 or&lt;br /&gt;older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women blink nearly twice as much as men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's physically impossible for you to lick your elbow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Main Library at Indiana University sinks over an&lt;br /&gt;inch every year&lt;br /&gt;because when it was built, engineers failed to take&lt;br /&gt;into account the weight of all the books that would&lt;br /&gt;occupy the building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A snail can sleep for three years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No word in the English language rhymes with "MONTH."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Average life span of a major league baseball: 7&lt;br /&gt;pitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our eyes are always the same size from birth, but&lt;br /&gt;our nose and ears never&lt;br /&gt;stop growing. SCARY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The electric chair was invented by a dentist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All polar bears are left handed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In ancient Egypt, priests plucked EVERY hair from&lt;br /&gt;their bodies, including&lt;br /&gt;their eyebrows and eyelashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An ostrich's eye is bigger than its brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TYPEWRITER is the longest word that can be made&lt;br /&gt;using the letters only on&lt;br /&gt;one row of the keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go," is the shortest complete sentence in the English&lt;br /&gt;language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A crocodile cannot stick its tongue out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cigarette lighter was invented before the&lt;br /&gt;match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Americans on average eat 18 acres of pizza every&lt;br /&gt;day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost everyone who reads this email will try to lick&lt;br /&gt;their elbow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-114062193875493501?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/feeds/114062193875493501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14537921&amp;postID=114062193875493501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/114062193875493501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/114062193875493501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/2006/02/you-think-you-knew-all.html' title='you think you knew all??'/><author><name>pugkorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593596596369856443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IMna4oti0/Tglqtd51AeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8Xs64z1A2k/s220/230225_1812057380409_1209256492_31881522_2795944_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921.post-114053893604642530</id><published>2006-02-22T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T00:25:04.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hum hum hum</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/426/1319/1600/accretiafactionlogo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/426/1319/400/accretiafactionlogo2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wel stress na naman amf.. kakaantok pero d maka2log... wel yesterday(monday) tangina pumasok pa ako 2 hrs lang wala pang class hahaha... d best... tapos nung pauwi pa ko may magpapakamatay pang katulong... hahaha... eksena dami tao hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kanna wala namang nangyaring maganda... ganun pa rin... pota nakakatamad ngayong araw... help me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-114053893604642530?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/feeds/114053893604642530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14537921&amp;postID=114053893604642530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/114053893604642530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/114053893604642530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/2006/02/hum-hum-hum.html' title='hum hum hum'/><author><name>pugkorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593596596369856443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IMna4oti0/Tglqtd51AeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8Xs64z1A2k/s220/230225_1812057380409_1209256492_31881522_2795944_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921.post-114032422416362671</id><published>2006-02-19T12:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T20:10:18.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>enuf</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/426/1319/1600/yu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/426/1319/320/yu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think ive given myself enuf tym to purge my feelings... and yes... its over... thats a long tym... hahaha... "FROM NOW OWN YOU WILL NEVER SEE ANY DRAMATIC POSTS AGAIN NOR IN MYSELF" mark my word... bcoz y bother so much drama when ders a plenty of happiness w8ng for you... and its not my role to be dramatic.. hahaha... wat abaout love?? hahaha.. i dont care anymore if someone dumped me or not... like my cuz said... "&lt;strong&gt;d mo kawalan yan.. kawalan&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;nila yan&lt;/strong&gt;" haha der is really a few people who really knows me... enjoy life... hahaha... d naman kc talaga ako ung tipong emotional... inaasar na nga akong EMo eh... grrr... binigyan ko lang ung sad part ko ng panahon para ilabas hahaha... wtf... ive got 3 tickets 2 star city 5 rides lang wanna join?? just tell me frst 3 lang hahahaha... thats all for now... byers zzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-114032422416362671?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/feeds/114032422416362671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14537921&amp;postID=114032422416362671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/114032422416362671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/114032422416362671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/2006/02/enuf.html' title='enuf'/><author><name>pugkorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593596596369856443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IMna4oti0/Tglqtd51AeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8Xs64z1A2k/s220/230225_1812057380409_1209256492_31881522_2795944_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921.post-114028290314327827</id><published>2006-02-19T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T01:15:03.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>masaya....</title><content type='html'>yup... my day was super... really... i skate 4 around 6 hrs straight w/c i seldom do now coz of schoolin... and im w/ my 2 best buds.. my cuzins... lakbayan na naman to tsong... hahaha... another panlalaet attack and reminiscing again all the good and bad times haha... dota pa??? tara!!! siomai?? hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;addicted 2 ska agen... ska punk yeah!!! the genre that makes me hapi wen im sad and lonely... yeah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-114028290314327827?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/feeds/114028290314327827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14537921&amp;postID=114028290314327827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/114028290314327827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/114028290314327827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/2006/02/masaya.html' title='masaya....'/><author><name>pugkorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593596596369856443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IMna4oti0/Tglqtd51AeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8Xs64z1A2k/s220/230225_1812057380409_1209256492_31881522_2795944_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921.post-114020309980443870</id><published>2006-02-18T02:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T03:04:59.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>uhhh...</title><content type='html'>natauhan ako sa tinanong ng pinsan ko sakin... "siguro ang dami mong regret?!" d ko halos masagot ang tanong na yan ng matino... ewan ko... kasi totoo... buti pa cla kilala ako... ung iba hindi... pero masya na ako na kht papaano may konting nakakilala sakin... d ko man lang naisip sa sarili na marami na pala akong regret sa past ko... salamat at pinaalaala mo sakin yan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anu ba tong pinopost ko... hahaha gagu pinsan ko eh... dakilang manunulot... pero bilib ako sa knya... d ko na alam gagawin ko ngayon... umiiral nanaman pagiging negative thinker ko hahaha cge baboosh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-114020309980443870?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/feeds/114020309980443870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14537921&amp;postID=114020309980443870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/114020309980443870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/114020309980443870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/2006/02/uhhh.html' title='uhhh...'/><author><name>pugkorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593596596369856443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IMna4oti0/Tglqtd51AeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8Xs64z1A2k/s220/230225_1812057380409_1209256492_31881522_2795944_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921.post-114019832705107299</id><published>2006-02-18T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T01:45:27.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cough** cough**</title><content type='html'>no life from me from now on....&lt;br /&gt;will u plis leave me alone...&lt;br /&gt;for just a moment...&lt;br /&gt;dont give any comment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont pretend to know me...&lt;br /&gt;your time will be wasted...&lt;br /&gt;because your eyes cant see...&lt;br /&gt;my inner-self that soon will be faded...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-114019832705107299?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/feeds/114019832705107299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14537921&amp;postID=114019832705107299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/114019832705107299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/114019832705107299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/2006/02/cough-cough.html' title='cough** cough**'/><author><name>pugkorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593596596369856443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IMna4oti0/Tglqtd51AeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8Xs64z1A2k/s220/230225_1812057380409_1209256492_31881522_2795944_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921.post-114014979149562908</id><published>2006-02-17T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T22:31:43.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>para sa mga wholesome hahaha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/426/1319/1600/mxpx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/426/1319/400/mxpx.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. TAPSILOG - Tapa, Sinangag, Itlog&lt;br /&gt;2. LONGSILOG - Longganisa, Sinangag, Itlog&lt;br /&gt;3. HOTSILOG - Hotdog, Sinangag, Itlog&lt;br /&gt;4. PORKSILOG - Baboy, Sinangag, Itlog&lt;br /&gt;5. CHICKSILOG - Chicken Sinangag Itlog&lt;br /&gt;6. AZUCARERA - Adobong Aso&lt;br /&gt;7. LUGLOG - Lugaw, Itlog&lt;br /&gt;8. PAKAPLOG - Pandesal, Kape, Itlog&lt;br /&gt;9. KALOG - Kanin, Itlog&lt;br /&gt;10. PAKALOG - Pandesal, Kanin, Itlog&lt;br /&gt;11. MAALOG NA BETLOG - Maalat na Itlog, Pakbet, Itlog&lt;br /&gt;12. BAHAW - kaning lamig ito pero may nagtinda, Bakang Inihaw&lt;br /&gt;13. KALKAL - Kalderetang Kalabaw&lt;br /&gt;14. HIMAS - Hipon Malasado&lt;br /&gt;15. HIMAS SUSO - Hipon Malasado, Sugpo, Keso&lt;br /&gt;16. HIMAS PEKPEK - Hipon Malasado, Kropek, Pinekpekan&lt;br /&gt;17. PEKPEK MONG MALAKI - Kropek, Pinekpekan, Monggo, Malasado, Laing,Kilawin&lt;br /&gt;18. DILA - Dinuguan, Laing&lt;br /&gt;19. DILAAN MO - Dinuguan, Laing, Dalandan, Molo&lt;br /&gt;20. BOKA BOKA - Bopis, Kanin, Bokayo, Kape&lt;br /&gt;21. BOKA BOKA MO PA - Bopis Kanin, Bokayo, Kape, Molong Pancit&lt;br /&gt;22. KANTOT - Kanin, Tortang Talong&lt;br /&gt;23. KANTOT PA - Kanin, Tortang Talong, Pancit&lt;br /&gt;24. SIGE KANTOT PA - Sinigang na Pige, Kanin, Tortang Talong, Pancit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-114014979149562908?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/feeds/114014979149562908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14537921&amp;postID=114014979149562908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/114014979149562908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/114014979149562908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/2006/02/para-sa-mga-wholesome-hahaha.html' title='para sa mga wholesome hahaha'/><author><name>pugkorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593596596369856443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IMna4oti0/Tglqtd51AeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8Xs64z1A2k/s220/230225_1812057380409_1209256492_31881522_2795944_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921.post-114014231634373388</id><published>2006-02-17T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T10:11:56.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>again and again and again</title><content type='html'>woke up late again... pota... walang pumapasok sa isip ko na matinong i post... im so fucked up last night... i slept 4 around 9 and den hir i am feel so sleepy... i dont know what 2 do pa... pag gising ko pa ala tao d2 sa bahay pota... hmmm... salamat sa 4 kong klasmeyt kahapon na nagantay pa samin para lang sabay sabay kami kumain.. kaht late kami dumating... pansin ko lang... ngayong feb may pinakamaraming bdays debu na napuntahan ko and ders stil more bdays 2 come amf.. every wik ata 2 or 3 celebrants na kakilala ko ang nag cecelebrate... ohhh 2matanda na kau lahat hahaha....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-114014231634373388?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/feeds/114014231634373388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14537921&amp;postID=114014231634373388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/114014231634373388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/114014231634373388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/2006/02/again-and-again-and-again_17.html' title='again and again and again'/><author><name>pugkorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593596596369856443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IMna4oti0/Tglqtd51AeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8Xs64z1A2k/s220/230225_1812057380409_1209256492_31881522_2795944_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921.post-114010338783862333</id><published>2006-02-16T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T23:23:07.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmmm....</title><content type='html'>i lost my fone... wel thats ol for now... zzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see yah... zzzzzzzzzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-114010338783862333?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/feeds/114010338783862333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14537921&amp;postID=114010338783862333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/114010338783862333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/114010338783862333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/2006/02/hmmmm.html' title='hmmmm....'/><author><name>pugkorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593596596369856443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IMna4oti0/Tglqtd51AeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8Xs64z1A2k/s220/230225_1812057380409_1209256492_31881522_2795944_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921.post-114009410335295145</id><published>2006-02-16T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T20:48:23.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Art of Waiting</title><content type='html'>The English poet John Milton wrote that those who serve only also stand and wait. I think I would go further and say that those who wait render the highest form of service. Waiting requires more discipline, more self-control and emotional maturity, more unshakable faith in our cause, more unwavering hope in the future, more sustaining love in our hearts that all the greatest deeds of derring-do go by the name of action.Waiting is a mystery - a natural sacrament of life - there is a meaning hidden in all the times we have to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must be an important mystery because there is so much waiting in our lives. Everyday is filled with those little moments of waiting (testing our patience and our nerves, schooling us in self-control). We wait for meals to be served, for a letter to arrive, for afriend to call or show up for a date. We wait in line at cinemas and theaters, concerts and circuses. Our airline terminals, railway stations and bus depots aregreat temples of waiting filled with men and women who wait in joy for the arrival of a loved one - or wait in sadness to say goodbye and give the last wave of hand. We wait for springs to come - or autumn – for the rains to begin and stop. And we wait for ourselves to grow from childhood to maturity. We wait for those inner voices that tell us when we are ready for the next stop.We wait for graduation, for our first job, our first promotion. We wait for success and recognition. We wait to grow up - to reach the stage where we make our own decisions. We cannot remove this waiting from our lives. It is a part of the tapestry of living – the fabric in which the threads are woven to tell the story of our lives. Yet current philosophies would have us forget the need to wait. "Grab all the gusto you can get!" So reads one of America's greatest beer ads - get it now! Instant pleasure, instant transcendence. Do not wait for anything. Life is short - eat, drink and be merry because tomorrow you will die. And so they rationalize us into accepting unlicensed and irresponsible freedom - pre-marital sex and extra marital affairs - they warn against attachments and commitments - against expecting anything of anybody, or allowing them to expect anything of us - against dropping any anchors in the currents of our life that will cause us to hold and wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may be the correct prescription for pleasure - but even that is fleeting and doubtful - what was it Shakespeare said about the mad pursuit of pleasure - "Past reason hunted, and once had, past reason hated."Not if we wish to be real human beings, spirit as well as flesh, soul as well as heart, we have to learn to wait. For if we never learn to wait, we will never learn to love someone other than ourselves.For most of all waiting means waiting for someone else. It is a mystery, brushing by our face everyday like a stray wind of leaf falling from a tree. Anyone who has loved knows how much waiting goes into it - how much waiting is important for love to grow, to flourish through a lifetime. Why is this? Why can we not have it right now what we so desperately want and need? Why must we wait - two years, three years – and seemingly waste so much time? You might as well ask why a tree should take so long to bear fruit – the seed to flower - carbon to change to diamond. There is no simple answer - no more than there is to life's other demands - having to say goodbye to someone you love because either you or they have made other commitments; or because they have to grow and find the meaning of their own lives - having yourself to leave home and loved ones to find your own path - good-byes, like waiting, are also sacraments of our lives.All we know is that growth - the budding, the flowering of love needs patient waiting. We have to give each other a time to grow. There is no way we can make someone else truly love us or we them, except through time. So we give each other that mysterious gift of waiting - of being present without asking demands and rewards. There is nothing harder to do than this. It truly tests the depth and sincerity of our love. But there is life in the gift we give. So lovers wait for each other - until they can see things the same way - or let each other freely see things in quite different ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times when lovers hurt each other and cannot regain the balance of intimacy of the way they were. They have to wait - in silence - but still present to each other - until the pain subsides to an ache and then only a memory and the threads of the tapestry can be woven together again in a single love story. What do we lose when we refuse to wait; when we try to findshortcuts through life - when we try to incubate love and rush blindly and foolishly into a commitment we are neither mature nor responsible enough to assume? We lose the hope of truly loving or of being loved. Think of all the great love stories of history and literature - isn't it of their very essence that they are filled with this strange but common mystery – that waiting is part of the substance -the basic fabric against which the story of that true love is written. How can we ever find either life or true love if we are too impatient to wait for it?Waiting is a good thing only if something is worth waiting for. How will you know if it's worth it? Gut feel. What if you don't trust your gut? Pray. You will be enlightened. Trust me. Is it wrong to expect while waiting? It's not wrong, but it will increase your chances of heartbreak and disappointment if things don't work out in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it good to expect while waiting? It is better to HOPE. What's the difference between hoping and expecting? HOPING means you're open to either side of the coin landing though you're more inclined to believe that things will turn out well.EXPECTING means you're thinking single-track... which won't do you much good at all. What's the difference between waiting and expecting? EXPECTING is waiting for something TO DEFINITELY HAPPEN. WAITING is staying where you are, but not necessarily expecting something to happen definitely.Do you need assurance from someone you're waiting for while you're waiting? Ideally, yes. But realistically, do you really want assurance from this person? It's so easy to just point at something and make that the reason why you're waiting ("Because she said..." "Because he told me that..."). With WAITING, all you really can rely on are three things: your gut feel, your heart and mind. Just YOURSELF, not anyone else. So should you wait? What does your gut say? How doesyour heart feel? What does your mind think? If they're saying different things, keep asking yourself these three questions (and pray!) until you get a solid answer.THEN you'll know if he or she is worth waiting for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-114009410335295145?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/feeds/114009410335295145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14537921&amp;postID=114009410335295145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/114009410335295145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/114009410335295145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/2006/02/art-of-waiting.html' title='Art of Waiting'/><author><name>pugkorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593596596369856443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IMna4oti0/Tglqtd51AeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8Xs64z1A2k/s220/230225_1812057380409_1209256492_31881522_2795944_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14537921.post-114002185320444636</id><published>2006-02-16T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T00:44:13.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the way love should be (i think)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;When you think of your past love, you may view it as a failure. But when you find a new love, you view the past as a teacher. In the game of love, it doesn't really matter who won or who lost,  what is important is you know when to hold on and when to let go! You know when you love someone when you want him to be happy even if his happiness means that you're not part of it. Everything happens for the best. If the person you love doesn't love you back, don't be afraid to love someone else again, for you'll never know unless you give it a try. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You'll never love a person you love unless you risk for love. Love strives in hurting. If you don't get hurt, you don't learn how to love. Love doesn't hurt all the time, though the hurting is still there to test you, to help you grow. Don't find love, let love find you. That's why it's called falling in love because you don't force yourself to fall. You just fall. You cannot finish a book without closing its chapters. If you want to go on, then you have to leave the past as you turn the pages. Love is not destroyed by a single failure or won by a single caress. It is a lifetime venture in which we are always learning, discovering, and growing. The greatest irony of love is letting go when you need to hold on and holding on when you need to let go. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We lose someone we love only when we are destined to find someone else who can love us evenmore than we can love ourselves. On falling out of love, take some time to heal and then get back on the horse. But don't ever make the mistake of riding the same one that threw you the first time. To love is to risk rejections, to live is to risk dying, to hope is to risk failure. But risk must be taken because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing! To reach for another is to risk involvement, to expose your feelings is to risk your true self, to love is to risk not to be loved in return. How to love: fall but do not stumble, be constant but not too persistent, share and never be unfair, understandand try not to demand, hurt but never keep the pain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Love is like a knife. It can stab the heart or i tcan carve wonderful images into the soul that always last for a lifetime. Love is supposed to be the most wonderful feeling. It should inspire you and give you joy and strength. But sometimes the things that give you joy can also hurt you in the end. Loving people means giving them the freedom who they choose to be and where they choose to be. For all the heartaches and thetears, for gloomy days and fruitless years, you should give thanks. Those were the things that helped you grow. Loving someone means giving him the freedom to find his way, whether it leads towards you or away from you. Love is a big risk to take but the risk must be taken no matter how scary or painful, for only then you'll experience the fullness of humanity and that is love. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Only love can fill you with desire and tear you apart. Only love can make you cry and only love knows why. If you're not ready to cry, if you're not ready to take the risk, if you're not ready to feel the pain, then you're not ready to fall inlove. There's a time in our lives when we become afraid to love coz every time we do, we get hurt, then I figured that's why it's called falling in love. When you decide to love, allow it to grow. When you promise to love, refuse to let it die! keep on lovin!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14537921-114002185320444636?l=pugko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/feeds/114002185320444636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14537921&amp;postID=114002185320444636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/114002185320444636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14537921/posts/default/114002185320444636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugko.blogspot.com/2006/02/way-love-should-be-i-think.html' title='the way love should be (i think)'/><author><name>pugkorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01593596596369856443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-IMna4oti0/Tglqtd51AeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N8Xs64z1A2k/s220/230225_1812057380409_1209256492_31881522_2795944_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
